I don’ very much care for people. It’s nothing personal. I don’t specifically dislike anyone. I just have an inherent distrust for people of all ages, creeds, heights, weights, and hat sizes. You could be the virtuous bastard lovechild of Gandhi, St. Peter, and Mother Teresa, and I still wouldn’t trust you as far as I could throw you. I’ve got very little upper-body strength, so that wouldn’t be very far.
In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.
Way out East there were these fellas — fellas I wanna tell ya about. Fellas by the name of Bogaturs. At least that was the handle heir loving parents gave them, but they never had much use for them. Bogaturs, they called themselves Bogaturs. Now, Bogaturs — they didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where they lived, likewise.
To be completely honest, he has much better dance moves than anyone else in a one-mile radius. The best they can muster is jumping in place and pointing. They don’t feel it. They’re not movin, groovin, and bumpin. I, too, dance like a dad, so I know a thing or two about busting a move. You’ve gotta get your whole spirit in it. You gotta put your hands in the air like you don’t care. You need to embarrass someone.