FROM THE SEA EMERGES... FAT BEACH! THEY COME FOR YOUR PUMPKIN MIX AND VEGETABLE OIL.

Hey kid you can hope and pray to your god all you want but there's no way genetics will skip you, sorry son. Take a good look at your future in 40 and 70 years. Do the deed now and save yourself the torment down the line.

The dreamcatcher snagged a nightmare.

YAR, SAIL BETWIXT ME NECK BRIDGE.

Fat Beach: now on bikes! I hate those damn scooter things, I saw this librarian driving one down the street once so I pulled her over and shouted "WHY ARE YOU DRIVING THAT PIECE OF JAP CRAP?" and she said "blah blah something blah blah blah help" and so I said "STOP TALKING JAP CODE TO ME AND SPEAK ENGLISH" and then she pointed at my legs to let me know I wasn't wearing any pants so I shouted "OF COURSE I'M NOT WEARING ANY PANTS YOU DIZZY DAME" because come on, of course I know I'm not wearing any goddamn pants, I lost them when I was climbing over that fence to escape the polar bear that was chasing me after I stole a can of paint from his owner.