Hey Wally, when we can finally get out of the house when this crap is all done, maybe me, you and Lumpy Rutherford can do some messing around to like, celebrate your birthday or something. But don't tell that little goon brother of yours the Beaver, he'll want to tag along and ruin it. Anyway Happy Birthday.
Don't worry I alerted your local fire department that all the smoke is only from all the candles on your birthday cake so they won't kick your door in.
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