 won't show them, poor guys, what a sight for old soul four eyes, now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries, all rise, so far odd as a ruple, so raw, break it down and make quadruple, it's crucial, you can see it in his pupil, and this time when he get it, he'll waste it on something useful, like getting juiced off a deuce, deuce a cokey, keep it low,