Well, I see you got them snakes and sparklers, but...

Where's the good stuff, man? Good stuff.

This is the good stuff. Snakes and sparklers.

Are you nuts, dude?

You need stuff to explode! Go boom!

Why is that good?

So you're gonna tell me that you don't have no black cats?

No Roman candles or screaming me, me?

No.

Oh, come on, man.

You don't got no lady fingers, buzz-buttles, sneaker-bombs, church burners,

gut busters, zippity-doodies, or craft flappers?

No, I don't.

You're gonna stand there, owning a fireworks stand, and tell me you don't have no wistling

bungholes, no splines, blitters, whisker biscuits, honky-liders,

who's scardous, who's scardones, cherubombs, nips and daisers,

whether without the scooter stick, or one single wistling kitty chaser?

No, snakes and sparklers are the only ones I like.

T-B-T-L!

How many hot dogs do you have for lunch?

Three.

Well, there's your problem, you're starving, your body's literally eating itself.

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