Xavier: Renegade Angel2007

Hobo #1:
Watch it, freakbeat! You spilled my glue -- Like our society, man.

Xavier:
Why are you huddled messes writhing in vagabondage? Ooh!

Hobo #1:
The founding fathers grew glue on the blue on our flag. Hey, who are you, man?

Xavier:
I am he who can't be blind to this squalora. As long as one man goes hungry, no one should eat until everyone is full.

Hobo #1:
I know! The war on glue is a failure of a waste of money with a capital "T", and that's for freedom! Hey, who are you, man?

Xavier:
That broil meat is treated like juicy royalty, while you sad animals are throat like beef, stewing in your own juicy pant gravy. I've just epiphanized a way to make your wretched life lap luxury in the lap of life and to get me a number-one-way ticket to bladder's splatter bliss. Just got to get ahold of some pigskin.