“Sam, buddy, I gotta tell ya: I did not enjoy my trip to Flavortown.”

“What!? Flavortown is outrageous, bodacious, and downright sexual! The Red Rocker’s thinking about opening a Cabo Wabo Cantina there!”

“Sure, but–”

“Woo!”

“–you know, everything was wrapped in bacon. I’m gonna get yelled at by my sister-in-law–”

“Lilian Monster! Woo!”

“–and I just don’t need it.”

“Bob, you gotta put your sandal down in that house of yours.”

“Sam, God love ya, I’m literally surrounded by women. I, uh, try to assert dominance and they come at me like a pride of lionesses.”

“They stick together, don’t they?”

“If you cover ’em in Donkey Sauce, sure.”

“C’mon, buddy: it’s just a little detour to Flavortown. Besides, there’s a big party going on today.”

“Yeah? Why?”

“Trump’s moving the embassy there.”

“Sounds right.”

“Woo!”