Hey everyone, since Rezident Brandon couldn't be with us here today.... 
"What are you talking about, Slick, there's nothing to do in Washington, big meeting today of the National Security something council, Jill said I'm not allowed to go, there was an incident last time and they still haven't gotten the smell out. I think she said she'd call Mala to handle it for me. Who the hell is Mala? Anyway, I'm all yours! Let's talk sportsball, I heard that kid on the Yankees broke Babe Ruth's touchdown record or something, how about that!"
"Hey, did you guys just hear something?"
"I thought I heard Grandpa Simpson, is the tv on in the other room?"
I didn't hear anything. Anyway, we've lined up a very special guest, Vice Rezident Kombucha Harass!
"Excuse me, that's racist, it's pronouced Call Mala."
Sorry. Anyway, I heard you were in a car accident, are you ok?
"Oh it was just a little fender bender, the Secret Serice let me get behind the wheel, just in the driveway, I'm an excellent driver, one of those garden gnomes came out of nowhere and side-swipped me."
"My poor cousin Eddie, this witch put him in traction!"
So Kampuchea, do you like football?
"Oh sure, Willie Brown used to make me play football with him, he only has one you know, I was pretty good, I always made him score quickly. I asked him once why he wouldn't rather play handball but he told me to shut up and do what I was told unless I wanted to go back to proceucting jaywalkers. HAHAHAHAHA"
Uh-huh, sorry I wasn't listening, what was that? You're a Browns fan? Glutton for punishment, eh?
