GT: Are you listening my friend??? GT: Ill have you know my ass was straightup served ice cold. GT: My savaged caboose has been catered to impeccably. GT: Not unlike that of a gentleman stranded on an island inhabited by a race of indigenous butlers. GT: I hope the far fetched scenario i have described has adequately communicated the severity of my robotic buttwhoopin! GT: Does this mean i passed the test or whatever the fuck. GT: Can your robot drop the bullshit and give me the uranium now or what? GT: Dirk??? GT: Where the frig are you? TT: I'm afraid Dirk can't hear you right now, Jake. GT: Aw nuts.