Trailer Park Boys Presents: Park After Dark - Episode 34 - Crystal Bomb

Episode Date: March 22, 2016

Ricky, Julian and Bubbles are high as f**k this week! Stoned chat topics include Zorro the F**k Shark, ferris wheel porn, why dogs are dumb, and what Ricky would do if he had four arms! Episode 34 is brought to you by Jukasa vapor products. Jukasaaaaa!!    

Ricky. It really is a fucking awesome invention. Better than the car. We are starting the podcast. That is not better than the fucking car. Same level, though, isn't it? Holy fuck, man. Put my pogo down, Ricky.

You're going to have to get that fucking thing out of here, bubs. Not getting it out of here. That's what I used to get here every day. Can we start this? What are we dealing with today? What are these fucking things? All right, we've got to tell everybody what's going on. Hey, this is the Trailer Park Boys official podcast coming at you.

What's your number? Oh, fuck. 34-5? 33. 30 what? Out of five. You got one job, and that's to just know what fucking number we're on. It's 34, fuckhead.

Yeah, because somebody just... Well, I still fucking said it was 34. All right, let's just get this started Mr. Take charge. Oh, yeah, this is brought to you by What there we go, it's a March the 25 What It's March the 25th. What? That's what they had us say, March the 25th. You don't have to say the 25th.

What do you mean? It's March the 25th. Have you always been saying it like that, Ricky? It's March the 25th? Well, that's how it looks on paper. You know, who gives a fuck, bud? There's some famous shit to happen today. It's Sarah Jessica Parker's birthday.

You had a crush on her, Julian? Yeah, way back, man. Like, you know, the early seasons of that show she was on. She was, you know... Sluts in the City or whatever the fuck it was. Sex in the City. Sex in the City. Elton John, you like him, bubs? I do.

Wish him a happy birthday. Hold me closer, tiny dancer. That's nice, bubs. Don't be fucking hitting me like that, man. You'll spill my drink on my... Aretha Franklin. Fucking elbow room, man. Aretha Franklin, you like her, Bubs?

I do love her. Wish her a happy birthday. Happy birthday, Aretha. First fucking colored television was made today, Bubs. I'm ESPCT. Holy fuck, man. Jesus Christ. Bubs, did you smoke what he had back there?

Yes, what was it? Man. I can barely function right now. You must be completely fucked. Jesus Christ. Bob, did you smoke what he had back there? Yes, what was it? Man. What was it? I can barely function right now. You must be completely fucked. Was I just singing Aretha Franklin? Yes, yes. I can't sing Aretha Franklin.

Jesus. You're all fucking jacked up, man. I will be tricky. I don't want to be too mean. You go, girl. Ricky. That stuff is really kicking in now, isn't it? Yes.

Wow. Fuck. It's called crystal ball, or bomb. Sorry. Should be called crystal creep. It's creeping up on me, man. Okay, now I have prepared. Wait a sec.

Would you stop fucking, Ricky. Let's see what you got. What? We can't smoke dope like you When you roll shit up Tell us if it's creepy Don't put the fucking Flashlight in my face man

Shut the fuck up And smoke the drugs But then You can't function man Like how do you spend All day and all night Feeling this way Good thing you got your

Sunglasses on Hey bud Yeah cause I'm fucked. Cause this would be really bright otherwise. Is that bright, bubs? Is that bright? Jesus, Ricky. Didn't even notice it was there until it was too late.

It's one of these new fucking kinds of lights that you can plug right into your hooch-er in your car. What? Your hooch-er? Ho hootcher? Hootcher? Ricky, do you mean to bar that light in your arse? That's what you used to call your hootcher. I don't know.

There's a little hole in the car. But remember when you used to eat hot sauce, you used to come out and say, my hootcher's burning. So now when I hear hootcher and you say, plug that into your hootcher, Here, smell it. Smell it, bub. Smell the end of that thing. You know, I use my matlock skills to deduce. That was in his ass. For sure.

It was in his hoochers. That would not be good. It's his ass. It's his hoochers. It's being defined as. But this runs off these? Or you can plug it into your hoochers. Or, not or, but this is also a maglet.

So you can fucking watch this. Oh, wow. It's this is also a maglet. So you could fucking watch this. Oh, well, it's not a very strong maglet. But, cool. Maglet. Where did she get this anyway, Ricky? I found it. Where? You found it.

In the back seat of a cab I was in the other day. Was the cab moving? Yeah, finders keepers though, right? Were you driving the cab? Got a first aid kit too. Hey. Ricky. What?

What's so funny, Pubs? Goddammit, Ricky, why do you do this to us, man? Okay, we won't... I can't function this way. No more crystal bomb. We'll just drink some liquor and maybe it'll mellow it out. Ricky, you stole the flashlight and the first aid kit out of the cab you were in. Well, the cab guy could have owned it.

Well, the cab guy could have owned it. Or another possibility was that some shoppers left it there. You're fucked. I didn't take it. Someone else would have tooken it. Tooken it. That's right, isn't it? Yeah.

It is right now. Tooken it. Okay, I prepared some things today. Awesome. That I would like to speak about. Wow. But the problem is I wrote them down after I smoked that stuff and I don't know what they mean. I wrote down Zorro the fuck shark.

Zorro the fuck shark? Zorro the fuck shark? I don't know why I wrote that. Zorro the fuck shark. That sounds like my notes. Oh, I know what it was. There was a shark. There's a shark over in Europe somewhere. In Zorro. His name was Zorro.

And they, you know, they were wanting him, you know, to do it at the zoo. And he wasn't doing it, because they want, you know, to have baby sharks at the zoo. I thought you were sharks at the zoo. So they started playing music underwater. Barry White. Yeah. And Marvin Gaye, let's get it on. You know. All right.

Shark started banging. I thought you meant like a pool shark, not a fucking real shark. No, he was a real shark, Zorro the fat shark. I wrote that down so I'd remember the story. Well, it's a good one. Can you imagine that once they played the music underwater, he started banging? How do sharks bang? Do they pump it out or do they...

Pump it out. Does it just lay on top of it and it does its own homework or... Does it just lay on top of it and it does its own homework? I say it swims up beside it and then it kind of does a little twist and just jams it in. Ricky. What? Fuck. Fuck, Ricky.

That's all cranked up here. So, tell me this again. How do you think the sharks do it? That's it. Okay. And we're back. It would be weird, though, to see a shark on top of the other shark and just pump it or whatever, you know what I mean? I don't think sharks do that. I think they... I don't know what they do actually.

That's what they do, man. I think doesn't the shark just, I think he just sticks his bird into the sand and just leaves it there. What? I think. And then the other shark, she comes up and wiggles onto it or something. I believe I read that at some point in my life. So it just dives in with its boner into the sand, drops off some load. It just stays there. Yeah, and then the other sharks can sense it or whatever with their load sensors.

And then just backs up onto it. Like a, you know, like... No, man, that can't be. I think it's like a delivery truck system. It's fucking lame sex. Well, depends. You should try it. It seems like it's taking a piss, really.

Pissing in the sand. You get nothing out of it. Oh, here's one, Ricky, that will interest you. There's a guy in Maine. Yep. Selling, trying to sell ad space on his neck. What does that mean? Well, a company would pay him to put their advertisement on the back of his neck.

Like a tattoo. Like a tattoo, yeah. That's a good idea. We should talk to Chikasa. Chikasa. I think the guy's a fucking idiot. Why? Well, depending on who he fucking pays for it, but does he have restrictions?

Like, I don't know, Ricky. What do you mean? What the fuck are you talking about? Suppose, like, some company like eatadick.com is like, hey, bud, here's 10 grand. Yeah, no, I don't think he's got any restrictions, I think. Put whatever you want on there, bud. Here's 10 grand. Yeah, no, I don't think he's got any restrictions, I think. Put whatever you want on there, man. Build a bear, eat a dick. But they need to have eatadick.com in the back of your neck.

Well, there's actually a woman, there's a woman that sold her forehead for 10 grand. 10 grand? 10 grand, and she got a website of an online gaming company tattooed on her forehead. For ten grand? You know what, you can do a lot with ten grand but I don't think it's worth... Can you have your fucking forehead removed and replaced for ten grand? Probably not. What?

That's not an idea that she may fucking regret. I guess she could like get it taken off or something, couldn't you? Laser surgery or something? Ricky, why did you think you could get your forehead changed out? You can change anything for the right amount of money. What? Like any part

of your body. I bet you could. Except your head. You couldn't do your whole head. But you can do other things. Tattoos can get removed. It just costs money. Yeah, but you're talking, like, body parts, man. Like, how did you get from that to body parts? I heard of people cutting their finger off and putting it back on, and it worked.

Well, yeah, if you get it quick enough, man, throw it in some fucking ice or something. But that doesn't mean you can replace it. Like, you're not gonna snip your finger off and I snip mine off and we swap them. Guy at school fucking cut his whole hand off. The table saw. And the fucking guy glued it on. What?

What, Ricky? No, man. That wouldn't do the trick. It didn't work very good, but it was still back on there. Did it turn black and, like, kind of chip off? It never looked the same as the rest of his arm. But he could kind of almost carry stuff in it. So he had no use for his hands. He just glued it onto his arm.

But he could carry some stuff if he got the right angle on her. You know, holy fuck, boys. This stuff comes in waves, huh? That's crystal bomb. Wow. Crystal bomb, it's called? Yeah. Wow.

Cheers to you, creator of Crystal Bomb. Oh, listen to this one, boys. Don't make it a funny one. I can't take it. Well, it's pretty funny. There was a big Ferris wheel in Belgium. Yeah? And there was a family on it.

And they're, you know, having a nice vacation on the big Ferris wheel. And you know, as you go up, you can see sort of the cart down below you. They look down, oh, what's going on down there? Shooting a fucking porno. What? Where? People were shooting a porno in one of the things on the Ferris wheel. On the Ferris wheel? Yeah.

That's awesome. And there was a family on vacation, and they looked down with their kids, and there's a lady getting humped. Well, it'd be fucking weird, but it's probably the best thing that could have happened to the family, because that's an awkward thing to have to talk about. You're always wondering, like, when do you fucking talk about that stuff to your kids? And if it's happening right in front of them, then you're like, okay, I guess this is the time to explain shit. And then it's just all out on the table. Makes you a better parent. Okay, I guess this is the time to explain shit. And then just all out on the table.

Makes you a better parent. So the birds and the bees is best explained on a Ferris wheel watching a live performer get being shot. Well, those kids will be like, what the fuck are those people doing? And you're like, well, I guess it's time. Okay, so pretend I'm a little kid, Ricky. How would you explain it to me? Like a play-by-play? I'm five years old. Well, that's young.

I don't know if... Okay, I'm... I'm ten. I'd probably just say, well, that guy's using his gas hose to... to refuel. Fuck! Ricky. I don't think I can do this. Yes, you can, Ricky.

I don't think I can do this. Yes, you can, Ricky. So what would happen if the chick started going down on the guy? What would the play-by-play be for that, son? Say it again? There's a chick going down on the dude. Yeah. And your son's like, Dad, what's going on there? dude, and your son's like,

Dad, what's going on there? Well, no, Daddy, well, then how come his gas is in her mouth now? Exactly. Then what do you say, Ricky? He must have either gotten stung by a bee or bit by a... What?

Talantula. Sucking the poison out of her. That is so fucked. Man, I've never ever spoken anything you have again, Ricky. It's fucked. It's fucked.

So you would tell the little guy that his gas hose got bit by a tarantula. She's sucking the poison out. Five-year-olds are dumb. They fucking believe anything, right? Now, once a kid gets older, I'd say, remember that fucking guy's cock got bit by a snake or a spider leg thing? And the mother was sucking the poison out. That wasn't really what was happening.

What was happening? They were having oral sex. Okay. Oral sex. Okay, then. Awesome. That is fucking amazing. Wow. Awesome. That is fucking amazing. Wow.

Okay, and we're back. Oh, here's a good one, Ricky, that I thought you would enjoy. I need your tissue shirt. Ricky! Thanks, bubs. See, it smells better now. You put two wetties on me. Those are tears of happiness.

Looks like... Actually, those are drug tears, I'm not going to lie. Those tears were made with drugs. That's very nice, Rick. Fuck. All right. Here's a good one, Ricky. There's a guy in Moscow.

He stole a car, but he stole it from a repair shop. Guess what the car was in for? What? Getting fitted for brakes. That's not a true story. True story. Fucking car had no brakes. Buddy backed her out, tried to get away.

Reeked through a fucking red light. Killed a hundred people. What a fucking fucking red light, killed a hundred people. What a fucking idiot. Didn't kill a hundred people. No, I just made that part up. I was gonna say, you shouldn't laugh about that. Well, that's why I laughed, because I clearly made it up. I wasn't laughing, because I thought a hundred people got killed.

Stop trying to make me look bad. I'm not trying to make you look bad, man. Should we smoke another one, try to come down a bit? Are you fucking kidding me? Not a chance, man. Okay. Holy fuck. Oh yeah, this is an interesting story I read too.

There's a dog. Yep. Stupid ass dog. Fuck, I hate dogs. Mm-hmm. Just saying. I don't mind dogs, man. And he lived on a ground floor apartment,

and he always would just jump out the window, you know, to get out onto the street, do his poop or whatever he was doing. Yeah. And then the guy that owned him moved to a new apartment on the sixth floor. Forgot how dumb fucking dogs are, left the window open. Doop-de-doop. Woo! Out the window.

Six stories up. That sucks. Way to go, asshole. Yeah, now your dog's dead. Well, he didn't die, actually. He hit a balcony blow, and he was okay, but I'm just telling the story to prove to you how fucking dumb they are. Do you think that would happen if that was a kitty?

Not a fucking chance would a kitty leap out a fucking window. Okay, he was all right. He lived, okay So maybe he like Poked his little head over the fucking balcony He was like, hey I'm gonna jump off here And land on the fucking third balcony

No, I mean he was mangled He could have been practicing for the circus Exactly Well, not really Who could have been? The dog Wanted to be a circus dog So now that I'm high up

I can fucking show off my shit and if i can jump down three stories hit that balcony do a little rotation and then land on the ground perfectly okay i don't think dogs have the choice i think if they want to go and be in the circus or not i think a more logical answer is the fucking dog is dumb and he jumped out the goddamn window thinking the ground was gonna be right there, and it wasn't. I bet he won't do it again then, which makes him not totally dumb. You know, I think dogs are smarter than fucking cats, man, anyway. Well, I just proved that they're not. Do you think a kitty would do that? A kitty would jump up on the window ledge and go,

Oh, fuck, look at that, we must have moved. Little is horrible, but not do that. Yeah, I don't recognize any of these buildings. We moved. Cory would probably do it. He'd be that dumb. What about fuck Collie, that Collie dude? What is that dog, man? Lassie?

Lassie. Collie? He was a Collie. You think Lassie's real? No, it just, he was a smart dog, obviously, man. Well, they use camera tricks, obviously. So was the little hobolo. That's all camera tricks.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Littlest. I think he was pretty cool, but he's not a representation of what dogs are like. And I mean, some of the, I mean, Ricky, you know the stuff on Littlest wasn't real, right? Like when he jumped out of the fucking airplane with the parachute on? That was real. I saw it. It wasn't real. They just faked that? Yes.

How? Because they shot him against the sky, Ricky. He was just hanging in a fucking thing in a swing. And they point the camera up and it makes it look like he's coming down. And then they cut to a different shot of just a fake dog coming down in a parachute. That was real, man. You could tell by the look on his face. He looked scared.

He probably was scared, Ricky. But he's in a fucking studio with lights and cameras and he's hanging in a harness. There wouldn't be a lot to do that, though. Back in the fucking 70s, you were. 80s. 80s. 1980s. Bad time to be a dog in the 1980s. Anyway, that would not have happened if that was a kitty.

That's all I'm saying. I don't know. Well, a kitty would have even, as soon as you moved into the new place, a kitty's like, this isn't, this is not my place. And then he goes exploring and he finds everything he needs. And then he jumps up on the window ledge and goes, oh, I better be careful there. We're up six stories now. That's what kitties think like.

Dogs are just like, oh, there's the window. Out I go. Holy fuck! Well, there's not many fucking movies made with cats stirring it or TV shows. And he was smart enough to catch that balcony on the way down. Exactly. So he could have been like, holy fuck, just half drunk. And then he's like, as he's going down, his brain's working so fast because it's so smart that he's like...

I don't know, man. Okay, fucking moving on then. How about the fucking jail down in Virginia? You can't get pictures there anymore because fucking drugs were getting soaked into the pictures and the inmates were eating the pictures, getting fucking high. Pretty smart. That's it. I'm going to try that next time I go to jail.

Send me lots of pictures, bubs. You got to soak them in this drug called... LSD? Suboxone. Suboxone. Never heard of it. I hope that's not what we're on right now. Suboxone?

I don't know. Don't get thinking about that. You know, actually, we could end up making some serious cash cash I was thinking it also soaked them in fucking LSD. I Don't know if you'd want to be on that too much. I did a couple times jail man. They freak out over that shit probably good So LSD one tab I'd say 50 bucks 50 bucks. Mm-hmm We can go to jail. Easily.

Boys, what are you talking about? You could just send us pictures. You're going to start selling acid at jail? Well, if it happens, why not? 50 bucks is a lot. It'd be easy to do, really. I can't. Like, we're sitting here having a nice time, talking about funny things, and now there's a fucking plan to sell acid at the jail.

All right, fuck that. We'll talk about something else. Don't be selling acid. I'm not plan to sell acid at the jail. All right, fuck that. We'll talk about something else. Don't be selling acid. I'm not going to sell acid. Don't even have acid around. Just in case something happens. You want to talk about a four-clawed lobster? Depends on what he does.

What does he do for a living? The little bitch's name is Claudette. And she's got four claws, I guess. Depends on what he does. What does he do for a living? Little bitch's name is Claudette. And she's got four claws, I guess. Portland, Maine. Three claws on one arm, one on the other, which is super fucked. Why is that any more fucked than having two on each? Because then it's just like maybe it had a twin that didn't get fully whatever.

I mean, it still could be a twin. It could have been laying like this. I don't know. It is a weird one, though, isn't it? It's a bit weird. It's a bit weird. I mean, the only weirder thing could be if she had four on one. That would be pretty weird. That would be really fucked.

It would be really fucked. It'd be quite an advantage, though, wouldn't it? If you had two extra arms. What would you do, Ricky? Holy fuck. If you had two extra arms, what would be the first thing you'd do? Probably masturbate while I was eating. What?

What would you... I asked him if he had two extra arms. Yeah. What's the first thing he'd do when he's dead? He'd probably masturbate while he's eating. Two hands working the unit. Two hands on the unit. Two hands cutting the steak. Well, Ricky, why don't you just use one hand for the unit and one hand eating the steak?

Well, what if you want to do a little ball work? All right. Ricky, why don't you just use one hand for the unit and one hand eating the steak? Well, what if you want to do a little ball work? All right. I think we got another wave coming in here, fellas. So the first thing you'd do if you had forearms, the first thing you'd do is jack off and eat a steak at the same time. It was the first thing that popped in my head. Would you sit down, like, at the dinner table and, you know, just have the hands under there going at it? Or would you be standing up?

I didn't think that far ahead. Yeah, that's a tough one. I'm probably sitting down comfy. That is a fucked up answer, man. What would you guys do if you had an extra set of arms? I wouldn't be jacking off eating a steak dinner, man. Okay. I don't know.

I don't fucking know. I don't know what I would do if I had four arms. You? Go right to NASA. And what? Say I'm a fucking... Head right to NASA. I'm going for...

Excuse me. Don't know if you noticed. I got four arms. I can fly a fucking space shuttle better than anybody. Put me up. Because I can do twice the work, I got four arms. I can fly a fucking space shuttle better than anybody. Put me up. Because I can do twice the work, twice the button work. And masturbate at the same time. Ricky, if I was in the space shuttle...

Are you allowed to masturbate in space? As the commander of the space shuttle, I would not be jacking with my extra arm. Has there ever been sexual stuff in space? Do we know that? Oh, there's had to have been, man. Yeah, Ricky, for science. Astronauts teeing off on each other? Oh, big time.

Someone must touch themselves at some point, no? They gotta do, you know, tests and shit. They probably do everything. They do it for science, Ricky. Right. Because you wouldn't want a lot of that stuff floating around. No. No, you wouldn't.

You'd have like a jack bag or something. A vacuum. It'd be a jack bag, probably. Yeah. Like the trackers use. It's probably the same thing they piss in. That's how it... Right at the window.

So there's probably, yeah? There's probably space loads. This stuff just won't quit. Tons. What? This stuff won't quit. Now I feel like I've got to go to bed. Boys, oh, boys.

This other chick almost cut off a dude's nuts and nut sack because he didn't bring her flowers on National Women's Day. So she cut his nuts off. Don't suck. Go home with no flowers, you fuck up, forget what day it is, and fucking wife takes a kitchen knife and tries to slice your nuts and sack off. He had to have emergency surgery,

but his nuts and the sack are okay, I guess. Did they break up? What would you do? I'd break up. Because you're fucking stupid. You wouldn't know what day it is. You wouldn't fucking bring flowers home. Stop.

All of a sudden you've got a knife slicing at your balls and nuts. Balls and nuts? Balls and nutsack, I guess. Nuts and ballsack. To me, there's got to be some fucking warning signs, like, well before she got into cutting his bag off. Like, this guy must have had, like, a lot of thoughts. I'm just curious now. When you said balls and nuts, Ricky, you know they're the same thing, right?

Or do you call balls one thing and nuts something else? My dad said it's because some people's nuts are shaped like balls and some people's balls are shaped like nuts. So it's two different terms for the same thing. Fuck. What you're saying right now doesn't make...

Could you repeat that? Repeat that, could you, Ricky? What? He said what? Some balls are shaped like balls and some are shaped like nuts. Two different words for the same fucking thing. You're testes.

No, you said some people's balls are shaped like nuts and some people's nuts are shaped like balls. Oh, I fucked up, I guess. But you know what I meant. No, I'm just fascinated how your brain goes. I'm fascinated with shit like this. What is it? I'm fascinated how your brain goes. I'm fascinated with shit like this. What is it? For the people that can't see this, that are only listening, Ricky is holding up a bottle with a wooden ship inside.

No, but how do they do that? There's only three or four different ways it could be done. Okay, Ricky, how... This is gonna be awesome. How did they get that little ship inside the bottle, do you think? You either built the ship and then made the bottle around it. Okay, but you're talking about blowing a glass bottle with molten glass. Maybe that's what this stuff is. It's like a heat protection, the blue.

Yeah, but, Ricky, you still have to blow the glass around it and it'll put the ship on fire. Okay, so maybe that's not the way. Maybe this used to be, the blue stuff used to be soil. They planted a boat seed, watered it, and it grew. Boat seed? That probably wouldn't make sense because it would just keep growing bigger and get too big for the bottle. So the only other way I could think of would be, it's not real. It's like a weird painting that you're looking at it, but it's in there, you know what I mean?

That's... Mirror tricks. It's not a painting, man. No, it's a three-dimensional boat, Ricky. Okay, well, we'll just leave that a mystery. He's stumped. You know how they do it, Ricky? You want me to tell you? I don't know if I want to know.

Tell him. No, he doesn't want to learn anything. Tell him, man. No, no, okay, I do want to know them. If you're going to talk it like that. They take, they've got tools, Ricky, long skinny tools. Yep. And they put, they grab a piece of the boat.

They put it in the bottle and they set it there. And then they take the next piece. Shut up. Put some glue on it, stuff her in with the long tool. Shut up. And they build it inside there. No, they fucking don't. They could fit the main part of the boat, go through the.

Well, that's what I mean, but then they put all the pieces... And they put the sails and they fucking popped them up? No. Yeah, man. Not a chance. That's how they do it, Ricky. There's no fucking way this was built in the bottle. Yeah.

I could see if they had a tiny enough guy to get in there and build it. He could just jump in. No. It's not... I don't mean there's little guys out there building it, Ricky. What about a smart, trained hamster?

Or something that could fit through the opening and use his little, tiny little claws to... What, do you have a little

dual belt on? What, do you have a little tiny hammer? Little tiny nails? Yeah, it's a fucking tough one.

That's how you think it's done? Well, I actually know, Ricky, because I built the fucking thing. I built that, boys. You didn't build that. And I put the cork in her. Yeah, I did. You see the fucking thing.

I built that. I don't fucking believe you. Well... Don't... It sits like that. Well, I think I'm... I need to go have a fucking nap. Yeah. I'm starting to come down and really getting tired.

Okay, Ricky. It was like we were on a roller coaster, kind of from hell, because I'm not good at that stuff, Rick. Yeah, that stuff was strong, Ricky. Maybe this thing will wake me up. Is it dangerous, Bumps? Well, it is if you're on this fucking weed, Ricky. If you're what?

If you're on this weed. Give her a try, man. This could be a bad idea. It's hurting. Sorry about that. All right. Leave the fucking thing down there, Ricky. Okay, Ricky.

You had enough. Jesus Christ, Rick. Ricky. Are you good? Let's just sign off before we kill somebody. We'll see you next week. All right, that's it. See ya. That thing's fucking dangerous.

You're fucking... You're an idiot.