Aw. I appreciate that you tried. If I ever see one of those kids of yours, I'll punch them in the face and act like I have no idea what they're talking about or who they are when they try and tell on me.

[He won't, but this is a funny thing to say so he's saying it.]

Do you still have all that booze in the weird trash room? I think me and BJ have landed on throwing a huge party for the purposes of killing me to fix my arm. I guess Alcohol poisoning is what we're going with? Maybe a few other poisonings thrown in there for the hell of it.