Go on, turn that crank and ask away!
Why THAT song!?
::turns crank:: Jack,–AHH!
Ahem. Jack, are you animal, mineral or vegetable?
- da-dink da-dink da-dinkity-dink *
- da-dink da-dink da-dink … dink *
So does it scare the crap out of you too, or do you know when you’re gonna pop?
That’s what she said.
Are you really a weasel?
** dink … da-dink … da-din-ke-ty … *dink *
*** SPROIOIOING!! ***
Whew! Yeah, scares me every time.
I am all animal
Why THAT song? I really can’t say, but maybe it’s because I’m almost as scary as the image of a monkey chasing a weasel all around a cobbler’s bench.
- stuffs self back into box and closes the lid *
- da-dink da-dink da-dinkity-dink *
computer glitch… really.
Not bad!
- da-dink da-dink da-dink … dink *
- dink … da-dink … da-din-ke-ty … pop *
So. . . I guess you pissed off that creepy kid with the weird powers, huh?
Yeah, can I get the Big Chicken Sandwich combo, medium, with curly fries and an oreo shake?
Do you ever root for the weasel to just turn around and start ripping at some monkey throat?
…
Are you a jester or a clown?
Hey Jack, how often do you need to lube your spring?
Does that hamburger place owe you money?
The mirror, on the lid of the box: do you stare at it and contemplate your purpose, or does your wooden, painted, creepy, creepy, smiling, creepy face scare your own self as much as it scares me?