Dude, first of all, that’s a gnarly setup you’ve got there bro. Don’t let me harsh your sweet vibes because I’m picking up a lot of good vibes, man. But, dude, don’t you think there are, like, safer ways to deliver pizzas? Seriously, dude, let your freak flag fly and everything, but one rock could nerf your whole operation. And I mean, take it down, man; all the way down.

Dude, when was the last time you took a header? You weren’t going 70, dude, you were on the little strip of pavement outside of your Mom’s house. Not to diss your Mom or anything, Mrs. Maytum is a nice lady and I appreciate all those peanut-butter sandwiches she made us, but you’re going full hurr durr on me, bro. Never go full hurr durr. You can totally borrow my lady’s car until you get a ride, but seriously, bro, I’m starting to get scared. Okay, peace, dude. Hit me up if you wanna shake and bake. Peace out.