You better brainstorm on how you are going to get the slaves to give you a bath; you lame dope smoking slacking little sucker you are. Mr. Destroyer is coming and he’s the five-way diablo. So, you should find a mastermind to give you enough sense to keep that doggy out of the rain. So get your dinosaur vacuum, get face down and, get your mind blown because, the spine of God says no.