Xavier, Clipple and others in “Unfinished Business”

What doth life? Are we just fleshy blips in some meaningless stew of cosmic oblivion? Or is it vice-reversa? Is our every trolip through fate's garden infused with a mystic--

(throws a bottle, shattering Xavier's shakashuri) Hey bunghole, cease that inner yappin'!

I don't want no trouble, mister.

Freak, if you didn't want trouble, you shouldn't have wandered into Burbury, Connecticut.

Please. I'm just a simple seeker on a spirit quest to discover... what doth life?

We don't cotton to freaks here in Burbury, and we's done hate freaks with open, unquenchable cans of philosophical thirst-worms! (spits on Xavier's face)

You're gonna regret that. (licks the spit off his cheek) You shattered my shakashuri.

I hope y'all can play it three feet up your ass.

Don't know, but I'd sure like to try.

Whatcha gonna do, bird beast? Fly away? On your cuttlebone?

Yeah, cuddle this b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-bone. (pulls a bone out of his pants and throws it at Xavier's face.)

(kicks Xavier in the face, knocking him out)