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At the Space Bar, Big Head favorite club! Don't you know it.
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| So what is this place called again, dear? | |
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| It's the Space Bar, mother... very upscale. I almost got molested by a magical rabbit whore one time in the back room. | |
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| That's nice, dear. You know, I think you should have the same surgery as I did. Do you really want to be a pumpkin for the rest of your life? | |
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| Hey, I just need beer and I'm fine. I mean, what do I need with a human body? | |
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Tooooo much info'mation right there!
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| Well dear... it's great to FUCK WITH. Truth be told, with me being a dog and your father being a manatee, it wasn't so easy to screw. | |
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| Oh my god... la la la la la... I do NOT need to hear this... someone get me a drink. Make it a big one. In fact, just bring me the whole damn keg. | |
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