2. "Cripes, it smells all boodissy in this room even after spraying Febreze every which way; hmmm, maybe my fungi-infested feet and the two-week old salami sitting on my shelf....or maybe i'm just imagining the smell."
And dying in yo' bed many years from now, would ya be willing ta trade all da days from dis here day ta dat fo' one chance, just one chance, ta come back here as young men an' tell our enemies dat dey may take our lives but dey will never take our freedom ... YUB NUB!