either Insane in the cocaine-brain-spain-acacia strain-lane-mane-pane-pain-explain-train-vain-vein-hein(ous)-humongous-mundungus (fletcher)-watcher-botcher-butcher-baker-candlestick maker.
did you have fun with rhymery children? good. OH YES, the sentence! i was doing a sentence!
OR vengeful with a chance of bears (Feed Dump, woo).
and maybe some Weekend at See-The-World-Bernie's.
squirrels hugging potatoes are my henchmen. my techniques involve caring, love, Canada and impaling.
the position of right-hand-man/conscience/missionary is still open. perks include not being impaled, and freshly baked apple pies, made by grandmothers under the threat of brutal murder.
also, all hats except trilbies will be banned, trilby-wearing is mandatory for everyone except pregnant men and owls (all other animals have to. even ants. especially ants!), children will be regularly taken to fun-centration camps and basically fuck lawyers. they make me sad and when i get sad i want to split heads like grapes. red grapes. not green grapes. i like to peel their skins off and eat them slowly in front of the skinless grape. what was i talking about?