We're With You.

Yes, we're right there with you in the Tri-State area.

But take one goddamn step outside that area -- into The Forbidden Zone? Well, then you're on your own, motherfucker.

Because you'll be dead to us!

You hear me?!?

DEAD!



Till next we meet ...

I'm Gonna Go Cook The Pasta, Cook The Pasta.

Naturally, I'm also looking forward to his imported Italian knees.


Till next we meet ...

What Are You Planning, Pick-Axe?

So I was roaming the hardware store the other day ...


... and I fear this pick-axe might know something ...


DON'T LET HIM ON A PLANE!


Till next we meet ...

That'll Be Five Dollars! YAY!

I hate how delighted this parking meter is at the thought of taking my money.

Come ON, man! Have the decency to do your giggling behind my back!


Till next we meet ...