Aight now, ya'll bow yer heads. Lord...(Rusty blares out Electronia music and begins dancing with glowsticks) Russell, kindly turn down the electronica. (Rusty turns off music) Lord, please allow these scratched lottery tickets with their slivery seasonings to nourish our bodies as they were unable to do the same to our wallets. And thank ya fer the untimely frost which clamed my bananer orchard. Oh, I was a fool ta plant bananers on a mountain! You made sure of that. So, in short, thanks for nothin'.
Ain't you gonna thank him fer that truck-boat-truck of yers?
You silly bitch! Don't be tellin' him 'bout my truck-boat-truck!
But, Daddy, you tell everybody 'bout that truck-boat-truck. That's yer pride and joy.
'Cause its bad-ass is why! Check out this mess!
(cuts to Early spinning the tires of a monster truck)
Listen to that 450 big block! Wahow!
(engine explodes)
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