"What are you doing? No, no, no, no, careful. Just, can you come back over here? No. No, no, don't turn around. I got it, I got it. Oh, buddy. Listen. Uh-uh, you're bad at stuff. Dude, that's hurtful. That's what the kids used to say when I was little. Yeah, I bet you're kidding me. Huh, I wish I was. One time in summer camp, the kids tied me up to a goat, and they put us both in a hole. A goat? Yeah. In a hole? Oh, yeah. Kids are cruel. I know. Tell me about it, right? They were mean to you. Oh, you don't even know. In junior high, my nickname was Flower. Flower! One time in summer camp, the kids tied me up to a goat, and they put us both in a hole. I don't like fruit. We don't care if you're a hellbird. Vader wants this horse, Donnie. Huh? Real mature. Hey, Dak, you got that backing track? Turn it on. Oh, yeah. Go ahead, pump it up. I'd love to catch a firefly that's far away. I see your whole crew staring as I put the speed down. You're like a soup can. I'm like Superman. I saw Veronica, the girl that put you off blast, because you played harmonica in art class. I know you want her too, but you don't move because you don't have any shoes. You touch a pom-pom, I touch an A-bomb. Oh, yeah. Hey, see if you can give it more bass. Ow!"