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...

organised labor ...(cough)... who are merely the pawns of all those stupid crows with the full blessing of some sort of power, you know or else, maybe one of my nostril hairs keep sparring with me. ...er... How long do they think they can hide that?