The Future

30 YEARS IN THE FUTURE... Dane and Joel meet for lunch...

Ay, b'y, put down yer soup, I wanna jaw atcha fer a bit. Dane, y'ol' fart! Listen a' me!

Aw, shut yer hole, ya slimy bastard, I's eatin'!

Never mind dat now, ya bald dickhead! Remembers dat ol' blog we's a had back in dem days?

Nah! You be shuttin' up now, I's a hungry.

Heh, ya fat asshole. So's yeah, I been t'inkin' about dat dere blog, Super Fun Poopoo Hour er twatever. Started it ta meet chicks, dat dere I did!

Aw yeah, and how'd it goes for ya, eh? Eh?

Yah, keep talkin' like that and I be dousin' ya one, b'y! Leasts of alls you still being a rawny virgin. Hehs, talkin' a me like dat...

Whacha yappin' a' me 'bout now? I's nailed more wool t'en ya find in Wally-Mart, fucknose!

Ya, ya, keep talkin', b'y. Ya keep etin' yer soup, of which ye offered I's not even a dead man's share.

Well, ye not be offerin' me yer fancy overalls either, so shut yer fat lips!

Fine, ya plug-eyed sally! Me overalls for ya soup!

Ah, a finer trade these eyes have never seen...

*swap*

Ah, ya right bastard, dere's only da broth left! Oh, I's gonna douse ya one but good...

Ah, give it yer best try, ye and yer mullet. Now ta fix dem tractors...