[while Stroker gets pointed with a gun from Lil' Rapist]
Stroker:
Uh, Homicidal Rapist wanted me to invite you all to his mansion as a special thank you for making him look like such a swell guy.
Hoop:
Aw, Homicidal just gets sweeter and sweeter.
Stroker:
Yeah, he wants to *shoot* the breeze. It's a great *set up*.
Hoop:
Thar sounds fun!
C.A.R.R.:
Yeah, we're about to do a creed 3-fer and we're good to go.
TJ the DJ:
With arms wide open.
Stroker:
Uh, hey, Rick, how's your Sister, Indanja?
Coroner Rick:
What? Oh, you know I don't have a sister, Stroker. [phone rings] I wish I could join you, but somebody just shot up a bunch of fellas at the motel. Hey, you want me to show you guys to the prize closet?
Lil' Rapist:
That's ok. We gotta get going anyway.
Stroker:
Hey, C.A.R.R., uh, can you play Bruce Springsteen's "Look Out, There's A Gun At My Back"?
C.A.R.R.:
That's classic rock. We're adult contemporary.
Stroker:
Damn it, how about Lionel Ritchie's "You Guys Are Morons"?
