[Leaves a portable toilet after vomiting after binge-drinking]

That’s what happens when you hit the bottle pal, you go to sleep in Dukesberry you wake up in Pukesberry. Hehe, Pukesberry.

[Gets pissed off, angrily shuts him in one of them and pushes it down]

[Walking out]

The worst has happened... I'm covered in human feces...

That's a good look for you, but how about is that I should probably spray you off? [Dementedly sprays Whitey with a hose freezing him] Smell You Later, Poopsicle. [Laughs evilly and walks away]

You're a fricking degenerate.

I know I am.

A little help, please. [Deer start licking him] Your tongues tickle. They tickle.