A Jew with the face of a monkey who enjoys marbles up their ass while riding a Jacksonian Gorilla Hop-Along race car set, with independent rear lamps with built in "yaawl-coontrol" biscuit bakers, down a steep embankment with wet grass in Jersey Flats, Florida, followed closely by Gene Hackman in a Louis-Vuitton suitcase with Tight-Grip Action wheels and brakes and Bowser's Brand mini-piston engine brandishing a sword-cane pulling Tracy Chapman on an 1980's skateboard via a neon green jump rope tossing Bacardi and Elmer's glue filled water balloons at schoolchildren and passers-by with an average age of 23 years-young passing by a Dorito's truck driven by Dr. Thomas Fahey who inadvertently spills hot coffee on his nads because he swerved to avoid the monkey-faced Jew followed by Gene Hackman and Tracy Chapman and the throng of alcohol-soaked, glue-dripping kids chasing them.
Duncan: "I don't know about you, Jason, but I feel like a polop today. I've got this weird feeling I'm going to be chased today--"
Jason: "Oh shit, dude! There's Gene Hacman now and Tracy Chapman, who's totally shreddin' the gnar-gnar, right now! Better get strapped into your race car set right-quick, brosef!"
Duncan: "Dude, gotta run, my man! Super stoked to be an ol' fashioned polop today, though! Catcha later, bro!"