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Somehow I got spinal meningitis Injecting all

that hashbray in my spine It's a super cheap way

to party If you ain't killed some brain cells in some time

Good luck getting that child support check from me now.

That's the trim. What did I tell you about Perseverance, young man?

That if at first you don't succeed, it wasn't meant to be. It's a waste of

because the union's just going to take your money anyway, because they jealous

that we got an extra bone in our body that makes us smarter, but nobody in

science care to acknowledge that.

And you were an unwanted pregnancy, and you ruined my dirt biking career, and

get out of my sight. You disgust me.

You talk about that one, Daddy?

And the son has done been imparted with the knowledge of the father.

What is that noise, Daddy?

I don't think the Lord's got one of them. Well...

He does now.

Hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on.

Stop it!

Are you going to reverse that gear? I'm doing it, all right? I don't need you to

tell me how to do it when I'm doing it.

It works, man. We stopped the mechanical beast with our ballad of love.

All right, that got him.

You must vacate the area now.

You must stop raping this mountain now, okay?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. These engines.

Did you say we should stop or keep raping the mountain? I didn't hear you.

Uh, it should stop.

Oh, yeah.

I'm sorry.

Did you say... No, I'm cool with whatever.

Peace, brother.

See you at Madison Square in the fall.

I'm sorry.

Did you say... Enough, Rick.

What? What did I do?

I'm just making a point. Well, I think you made it. Oh, oh, yeah? Well, because

I have another point if you want it.

Get the hell off my property, lest y 'all want to suckle on my iron teeth.

Something for y 'all two. You got the lumber and metal rights, as was stated

the agreement.

Smokin' Moon Jump's coming! Woo, baby, Smokin' Moon Jump! Yep, it's on this

of the yard commercial. Woo!

and perhaps the earth -raping machines will collapse into rubble.

Bathe me in your stagnant puddle offered by the clouds.

Wash away your war machines and... It's working!

All rhythms and vibes can... No, that's not...

We're just going to get barbecued. We're going to be back in an hour. I thought

we were going to try the new Thai place. Yeah, Thai food in North Georgia. It

sounds so great. Let me see if I can just completely dissolve the lining of

stomach. Bye. We'll do barbecue again. Great. Yeah, no, that's what I know to

say. Oh, you poor creatures.

We're here to help you. Thanks, old stinky.

This little blade's got a lot of hippie miles on it, if you read me.

They can't cut down this tree.

So therein lies the precious wood nymph inside. Don't you think I'd know if it

was some kind of perverted sex addict living on my land?

I mean, besides Craig, though.

Sorry, Craig.

I didn't mean it.

Yeah, I did much carefully text Craig at first.

But it has done wonders with my back. The wood nymph is a mythological semi

-divine fairy that lives in every tree.

And she's as real as you and I.

Oh, yeah. If we drum loud enough, our dear nymph will come out and put an end

all of this destruction.

I got this rigged when the crew broke up.

Now let's beat some damn skis.

Yes.

Come on, that is fun.

You're walking in a fool's paradise, son.

Hell, I'd rather shoot my damn self in the brain.

No, Daddy!

Oh, no, my brain's okay, son.

It was just a pathetic cry for help.

I'm harder, mutant. There's no labels here. Come on. Let nobody tell you you

can't do this.

No boundaries, dude. Now check it out, brother. I mean, Daddy. I got the earthy

rhythm. Come dance with us, Elder.

And let us bridge the generational divide.

Nuh -uh. Y 'all gotta funk about y 'all. We're all beasts inside.

And we all carry a pungent musk. Yeah, we were meant to have a scent, man.

So we can hunt each other.

For copulation.

Aw, damn.

Look at them, slapping their groins against each other.

Repulsive. Excuse me, folks.

Y 'all had to put your clothes on. There's no nudity here till Veterans

No worries, brother.

We're extremely comfortable with our bodies. Yes, we love to share the

deliciousness of our nudity.

Come partake in our loins.

Yeah,

I'm afraid we would, but we won't. Surely, this is free.

Sex, I think they're offering here. Now, how often do you get an offer like that

from somebody you ain't holding a gun on?

Really, that's the only way it turns me on anymore. Oh, Dakota, are you feeling

it? At the very root of my second chakra, it's positively throbbing. Oh,

the shocker and all that. Hey, hey, hey, now.

Not in front of my boy. Early hippies don't mean no harm.

Now, you may not believe this, but I used to be a hippie, too.

Oh, it was the summer of 1994.

And I was the leader of what I guess folks would call a commune.

But then I got drunk with power and declared myself the embodiment of Jeep,

Lucifer, and money. You know, the most vengeful of all the North Moon dogs.

I was unhinged.

Big time.

The followers I didn't end up eating.

I forced into prostitution.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it.

Oh, yeah.

Bam! Smells like somebody took a massive dump on a huge pile of crap and soaked

the whole thing in a jug of weak old fork and left the whole caboodle on

Yeah, just like you done on the last Fourth of July, Daddy.

I sure did. I support the troops.

And all the special colors were represented.

Down straight.

Except cyan.

Cyan was represented.

Cyan was not represented.

Motherfucker. We're full of cyan.

I put it in myself.

Cyan may have been represented.

I'm glad you noticed, Granny.

No, I'm just saying I didn't see it.

Cyan was represented.

Look, everyone.

We've turned a war machine into play.

Jester? Go, Rusty, yeah.

Oh, good man. Oh, hell no.

I ain't about to lose my only son to these damn dirt people.

Quickly, woman, get the hose back.

Incomeless hippies.

Drop your dreamcatchers and listen to me.

You have 60 seconds to make it. If you don't, I will immediately harm the

environment and everyone in it, including myself.

left of you to make up vegetarian biodegradable

I can't think of anything.

Nothing will stand in the way of my glorious moon jump.

Quickly, blast yourself through the trees, kid.

Fifty seconds.

Oh, hell, just drop this damn thing.

I reckon I miss them hippies. I know you do, son.

But at least they'll never be too far away from your heart.

Yeah, this moon ring says he's happy.

Ring is mine.

But what about their message of love and peace? Well, what about Smokey Moon

Jump? I mean, that girl brought jobs to the region. Right, Granny?

Take your shoes off.

Don't jump.

Come on, safe of your head.

Oh, no.

Go, brah.