We pissed in our own cups, and the no-badgers used our pen and paper to fabricate the verdict.
Yes, bohemians are hard to come by in these parts. Hopefully we don’t find ourselves in this mess again, but there’s no telling when I may stick a magnum in my mouth and pray to kingdum cum (hopefully he doesn’t have any diseases) (deceased desires, deceased emotions) (dead like a deceived time clock) (exit through the gift shop). Tell me boy, do I sound like a small boy in a big lake? [sic]