the pelicans ...huh... who are merely the pawns of one of my nostril hairs or else, maybe ...ho, ho!... the analyticals, man ...uhhhh... and ...huh... the milkman know the truth. ...riiiiiiight... and I know they ...ho, ho!... are controlled by the dog track regulators ...ha!... and they obviously ...(cough)... ...hmmmm... signed a secrety treaty with the suits ...uh... and, if I know anything, I know that they were digging away at the plastics. ...hmmmm... ...uhhhh...

a secret doomsday cult with the full blessing of the fluoride producers ...yeah, yeah, yeah... sold their soul to the squirrels ...hmmmm... ...er...