Eddie:
So it was a Wednesday, you know, and...the spider had me pinned down and was pleasuring itself.
Satan:
Get to the point, Eddie.
Eddie:
Okay, so, anyway, some of the spider's baby gravy mixed in with the pus on my face and got into my mouth. And before I knew it, I was tripping balls.
Satan:
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. The -- The wine is...spider ejaculate?
Eddie:
No, no, I mean, I ferment it, and then to give it a nice smooth finish, I add human tears.
Satan:
And how exactly would you make it, Eddie, if he were dead?
Eddie:
I -- I don't follow you.
Satan:
[pulls up his demon knife] Excuse me. Just get behind you here.
Eddie:
What? No!
Satan:
Say goodbye.
Dizzay:
No, no, no.
Gary Bunda:
Just jerk it off once!
Claude:
Don't do it, Satan, don't do it! We need our production. It's not for us, it's for them up there. [talking about the real world]
Demon:
Yeah!
Gary Bunda:
Amen!
Claude:
This stuff is so great, it's like meth, but 10 times better. It just gets up inside of your body real good.
[Gary touches Claude]
Claude:
DON'T TOUCH ME, GARY! I'M TALKING!
