"How are we going to get Taft to walk away from the buffet, Brain?"

I think so, Brain. Will the Fed lower the prime rate again in an effort to stimulate economic growth in the next quarter?

I think so Brain, but why do potatoes need eyes if they're buried undergound all the time?

NARF!!!

I think so Brain. You put the lime in the coconut and shake it all up.

"Don't make me hurt you, Pinky!"

I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die

I hear stories from the chamber
Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
He died upon the cross
Might I say, it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told

My kill-hand's
tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.

In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
It's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.

Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this twisting of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all these looks of disbelief.
A life for a life
And a truth for a truth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way that's helping
To be done with all this twisting of the truth
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.

Uh... yeah, Brain, but where are we going to find rubber pants our size?

I think so, Brain, but where are we going to find that much KY jelly and lobster costumes our size at this hour?

I think so, Brian, but how are we going to take over the world when we're only cartoon mice?

I think so, brain, but me and Pippi Longstocking? I mean, what would the children look like?

I think so Brain, but courdoroy chafes me so.

I think so, Brain, but
If we must speak in haiku
Must they be so bad?

I think so, Brain, but there's only two of us, we both can see, and the farmer's wife dislikes cutlery.

I think so Brain, but I don't really like milkshakes. They give me a headache.

I think so, Brain, but if we do go back and stop Hitler, won't that upset the time/space continuum? Narrf!

Well, I think so, Brain, but if they call people from Poland Poles, why don't they call people from Holland Holes?

I think so Brain, but how will we convince everyone to take IMWAN seriously?

I think so Brain, but won't our toes get all sticky?

I think so, Brain, but where will they find rubber chaps our size?

Um, I think so, Brain, but I hear Hillary is the jealous type.