Yea, we established that it was a child's ride.

Oh man...those poor, poor children.

Gangster respect my ass!

You guys do realize when I build Cove-Land, I'm going to have to tear down your bedrooms... and you'll actually have to live in a place that you can't put giant holes in the wall on a whim, Ricky... and you have to wear clothes in the backyard at night and can't pee off the balcony, Russell?

You're both disowned - regardless of the fact that you're not dating Alena, Russell! - and permanently banned from Cove-Land.

See...you say shit like that, and then you wonder why people think you're a fag. Come on, man.

You'd be building Cove-Land where the house is? Isn't that kinda...retarded? Like, isn't there space elsewhere? And, okay, I only did that one time because you and Lia were occupying the upstairs bathroom, and someone was taking a shit in the one downstairs.

Ah man. That sucks.


I mean...OH NO! FUCK! WHAT AM I GONNA DO NOW?! Is that what you were looking for?

We seem to be experiencing some technical difficulties. That was supposed to read: Gangster respect, my ass! Fuck punctuation.

Face. Your face. That's what's retarded. It happened, the neighbors witnesses it... it is now your legacy. Embrace it.

Yes. That will suffice.

You underestimate the importance of punctuation.

Shit. Worst legacy ever.


Well, actually no...I'm pretty sure Hitler has me beat.

Oh good. Anything to make you happy, pumpkin.

You seem to underestimate the importance of face.

Your mom is Hitler.

Annnnnd fag.

I think we covered all the bases here...

Apparently.

Dude, what did I tell you about my Mom, and her pies? Then again, she does like baking...
and yes, I'm aware that I just took that to a horrible, dark place.

Annnnnnd that's just wishful thinking on your part, Mr.Braddock.

Yeah, we're usually good about reaching our insult quota.

...

When you get to Hell, and Satan gets done having his way with you - because you are a faggot - send me a postcard and tell me how it's going, mmmkay?

'CAUSE I'M THAT GOOD!

I can see it now:

Dear Cove,

Hey! Wanted to say hello, from hell. Get it, hello from hell? HA, I'm dead, but I'm still hilarious. Anyway...it's warm here, but Satan is a little bitch. Apparently, he's good friends with my Mom. Weird, right? Can't wait to see you, you little fag! Bring some sunscreen.

LOVE, Russell

There are times when I wonder why I put up with you...