Germaine: Darkness is the souls of mortals. The coil of lice that surrounds them, blame your idols for things that fail. All is their fault as you dismiss responsibility. Your inane points of view reek of insecurity and your love is as thin as this plastic world. Your name is not known to the masses and as time passes, you are a rotting corpse that breathes.
Thank you.
Unknown Voice: I think that would have been better if you were naked
Some Guy: Pot. Pot is like hot and things that are not cool like school, and people that are tools like fools. Ah... Let me be high, man.
Foamy: The squirrel is master of all that has lasted. Time, space... nothing. It all passes through the *spaz-matic tail of the furry ones. Obey the lord, obey the master. I am the only one. Concern yourself not with the reason of being. I am your answer, fear none but me. I'm the master, of all that will be. Obey fools!
