I need the blood of your oozing sores to calm the uneasiness of my heart. Thelma stole my Red Robin scraps, and the dumpter behind Thai Heaven only contains scraps that burn my hoop. I fear this dumpster is infested with hoop chiggers so I'm going back to Sunset Bowl. Meet me there my angel of gunt!
Oh no, an imposter Juney, what are we going to do?