Goth Dale:
Oh my god, this is amazing.
Armed Rebel:
I know, it's incredible, you're such a good poet.
Goth Dale:
I always secretly hoped this would happen.
Armed Rebel:
Oh, it's happening. Let's go!
Goth Dale:
This is so inspiring. Hang on, I've got to write about this.
Armed Rebel:
But we need you!
Goth Dale:
Hold on. Words are coming. Slowly, but oh, they're coming.
Armed Rebel:
Sir, we don't have time!
Goth Dale:
You know, you're kind of in my space right now. Lagging my flow. Not sure if you've heard, but I recently been acknowledged by the military as a pretty important poet. So I can probably get you fired.
Armed Rebel:
No. Please don't sir. I need this job. I have 52 children.
Goth Dale:
Well, now you know there are some things more important than sex with a whole bunch of stupid, beautiful women.
