Graystipe: (sitting on a large gray rock while wearing a grass skirt and a pink flower next to his ear. He looks down next to him and notices a small guitar. Smiling, he picks it up as he nods his head.) You know, {turns to camera} we're all gonna die someday…
Whitestorm Clone: Oh, yes. Absolutely. Could not agree more with you.
{Graystripe whimpers}
Graystripe: Who the bloody hell are you?
Whitestorm Clone: A clone…
Graystripe: …
Whitestorm Clone:…
Graystripe: Your name is awesome.
Announcer; Buy the all new Ford Omega Five dollar foot long only at Zaxby's shoved inside of a MacDernalds, a knock-off of McDonalds. Bah da ba ba ba, I'm fluffin' it.
Yes…Yes there is something wrong with me. AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO ADMIT THAT! ARE YOU?!