- Hey, clear the asile, this guy breaks down barriers
- I'll kill the sort of them! Utem kez, huh? (Spits)
- What are these peanuts doing here? Get them out. He's going to call them low-brow. Get them out, all of em, yes, honey roasted, yes—what did I just say? Call the cashew guy.
- Cashew guy's not going to like that.
- another voice (I heard this guy writes poetry about slumber)
- Fuck the cashew guy—call the cashew guy.
- I'll kill the lot of them! I'll kill all sorts of them
- How's he on chapstick?
-That's good initiative Ralph—Bruce, whatever.
- I've killed a million people. I'm killing you right now.
- Oh man, he's ser.
- (turns around) Let me tell you something...
- Oh no, he's dangerous
-...Bitch
- Oh no
- Boob.
- He might be getting drowsy
- IHOP
-IHOP?
- Let me tell you something, I eat. And you get eaten.
- Don't do it, man. You're too hardcore.
- ...Cause you're so fuckin delicious.
- He did it. He fuckin did it. I hate him! I hate him again. Guy broke out into dance. Cancel the cashews.
- Cashew guy's not going to like that.
- Fuck the cashew guy—cancel the cashews.
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