"No. No
Ambers. Not a single one. I always liked that name though. Amber.
It's like the thing, the Jurassic
Park thing. The bug trapped in amber
and hundreds of millions of years later, they can extract DNA. I like that.
I'd like to be caught in amber, man.
Rest up for a million or so years.
Wake me up and let me loose in a better world. Who wouldn't like that? All I got going on right now are Little
Debbie snacks and single serve pizzas. And
smokes, but I gotta cut down. The drugs
Wallace gets me take me down awful quick.
I don't want to be a self-immolation statistic. Speaking of which. I got to unpack some of my shit unless
Wallace did it for me. I mean, if you
guys want, I can zap you pizzas. The
Bacon Robber has this barbecue sauce.
It's tangy. And I got some pale
ale if you want. Some people don't take
to the aftertaste, but it's awful good going down. It sings and zwings right on up into my
eyebrows. It dwindles the weight of the
oppression. That type of...hard to find escape
from a harsh assed world."
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