So, where you from, tough stuff?
I was developed at the University of Chicago, where I graduated Phi Beta Capsule.
Great, got me a college boy...
Where did you study?
Study? When you grow up on the wrong side of the digestive track, you ain't got no money for no fancy schools.
Oh...
I'm not kiddin', man. My school was Crack Central.
Oh?
No, it was in the crack. [Drix whimpers] Right in the stanky, puckered center. We were so poor, we lived off of peanut butter and cellulite sandwiches! You ever try to blow-dry your hair with a fart?
OK, I get it. You were poor.
You bet I was! You ever try to make a snowman out of toilet paper cling-ons? Now that's poor!
OK, please, you're going to make me vomit!
Vomit? We couldn't afford no vomit; that's for rich folk.
Excuse me while I wipe my eyes.
Oh, you wanna talk about wiping?
NO!
