Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s go to your house, you know. Makes perfect sense. Let’s, uh… Let’s completly screw up yur house so you never wanna spend another night in it. Sure. You know, why not? Yeah, and how’s about I send over my psycho-bitch wife to, uh, you know, break your balls and threaten you? God, that would be hiarious, you know. And then, you know, the killer in the basement, the one who’s completly my responsibility, hell, let’s just let him live down there. Just, I don’t know, make sure to feed him, like, three times a day. Sure, why not? It’s been really amazing. Thank you so much for the opportunity. I always dreamt about, I don’t know, melting bodies.
