Oh, my.
- Oh, no.
- I can't see anything.
- Neither can I.
- Somebody is totally feeling me up.
- Calvin.
- I didn't do it.
They're so perky.
They're filled with milk.
What the hell was that?
Wonderful.
What adorable farm animals.
I'm not merry, really. That didn't...
I mean, that didn't make me merry.
I don't feel merry, I guess.
Man, them guys are all right.
That's cute. That's cute.
Okay, you guys are not Maggie, Mrs. Calloway, and Grace, are you?
I think that one's got rabies.
Where you going, punk-ass?
Maggie!
Get him off!
Cows love hay.
Get him off! What the hell?
I thought you was my friend!
Salty.
You're hitting the wrong thing! You...!
I feel left out.
No one's biting my flesh. Pooh.
Is that the best you got, pussy?
You are such a girl.
Redrum!
Where'd he go?
Yeah!
Don't bite me. Get lost!
Oh, boy, tasty vertebrae.
- Juney.
- Let her go.
Let her go, man.
Ain't nothing we can do.
But she's still alive.
They're munching me harder...
...than Rachael Ray chowing down eggs Benedict on $40 a Day.
Yeah.
Even when the bitch is dying,
she don't shut up with her witty repartee.
Hey, BFFs, what's the 411 on the 911?
Oh, she is rather annoying.
WTH? I'm so not ROTFLOL'ing...
...but please KIT, before I get 187'd.
Blog you later.
- Finally.
- Finally.
That was just the amuse bouche.
Now the main course.
- Come back here, you bitches.
- Bitches!
I'll get you in your grill.
Pussies.
Die!
Can't breathe. Need air.
Shitheads!
Is everybody okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Hey, baby, your knees are all skinned up.
Oh, yes, but that's not from the cows.