[singing] I've got an abrasive side, abrasive side, abrasive side! I've got an abrasive side and now I can say "no"! Abrasive side, abrasive side, abrasive side, abrasive side, and now I can say...
Overtime? O... o... o-ver-time... [takes a dictionary, flips through its pages] Overtime? Hmm, let's see here. Over, oversold, overspend... ah! Overtime. "More money per hour..." [screams] What a filthy, disgusting word!
Don't you remember? We told that pink freak to beat it! In fact, we've already insulted all of your rotten friends, and no one will hang out with you, 'cause you have no friends left, Mr. LoserBob LonelyPants!