A Need For Tacos
...no, really. I need it. Like now. I understand, man, you gotta make a profit. But I've gotta eat a whole bunch of eels, right? And I don't even like eels. Except when they're on sushi, but we know that that's not the situation here. That's right: it's not a musclebound freakjob from New Jersey. It's also not sushi, at least, it hasn't been since the World War 2. Look, man, I'll cut you. Yes, it's a knife. I know it looks like a spoon, but I sharpened it by punching your mom in the face. And that's what makes the magic happen. It doesn't have anything to do with pornography, or even your mom! But that's how it works. I'll freaking cut you with my magic knife-spoon, I swear.
Anyway, see you kids on Thursday, yeah? Yeah.