NOOOO...BUT I AM CALLIN YOU A TRASH TALKIN WEED WHACKIN TREE HUGGIN...
NO, I'M CALLIN YOU A TRASH0TALKIN TREE-HUGGIN WEED-WHACKIN SON OF A
BISCUIT! Taken aback, this huge man gapes at you with his mouth open.
You laugh in his face, tell him "buy a jelly donut and keep
yurself busy," and turn to leave with your posse. As you walk out
the door, standing there, bocking your bath, is the most
disgusting...
