The Leader of the Banned is Tired
and his jokes are growing old
But his blood runs through my sockpuppets
And it’s almost time for school…
Hey Jack, that was the first time I’ve ever had to literally clean my monitor off. And my coworkers thought I was working, dammit!
Now, I have this visual of Esprix doing fast-tempo Irish dances to “Band On The Run” while standing on a surf board, holding a two-by-four, smashing sock puppets on the head.
Good lord, I need some more coffee.
I think you could give me some of that “coffee” you’ve been drinkin…
Heh heh… It’s the good stuff… .None of that Starbucks crap. 
Um, hello? {tap tap tap} Is this thing on? I’m thinking the people in the back aren’t hearing me, so I’m going to say it again:
GO THE FUCK AWAY!
Jesus H. Tap-Dancin’ Christ in a g-string on rollerskates you cumwads, don’t you get it? FUCK OFF!
How many fucking times, at how many fucking decibels, in how many different fucking languages do we have to fucking say it?!?!
Esprix
Dons wig, begins washing hands
"Who would have thought the once-banned had so much shit in them?
“Out banned shit! Out! Out!”
leaves
Ohhh, okay. I got the message now. I’ll leave. Yeah, yeah, don’t let the doorknob hit me where the good Lord split me.
[sup]I didn’t know Esprix disliked me this much. sniff
On the other hand, I would like to see Jesus in a G-string. Or maybe not. I’m not really sure.[/sup]