Jones: What up, what up! I came as soon as I got your message.

Billy: Ahhh! What is that thing?

Jones: It's an ostrich. Don't you have Animal Planet?

Billy: Do I even need to ask...?

Jones: See, it's like this - since they've temporarily shut the McDonald's down, I figured there's a void to be filled.

Billy: By an ostrich?

Jones: I'm gonna breed 'em!

Billy: ----

Jones: Dog, ostrich burgers! I know it sounds crazy, but they eat 'em by the truckload in Australia.

Billy: I never heard of that.

Jones: Yeah, right? My brother's girl is Australian and she eats ostrich all the time.

Billy: Really?

Jones: Well she could.

Billy: Exactly how many of these things did you buy???

Jones: Simmer down, just the one.

Billy: How are you going to breed them if you just have the one?

Jones: Well, I'm pretty sure it's a girl.

Billy: Well I hate to rain on your current scam, but you haven't quite tied up all the loose ends related to your previous scam yet.

Jones: I don't follow you.

Billy: You signed a CONTRACT with the Mr. Satanism people! They expect us to review stuff on a regular basis!

Jones: I figured you could take care of that.

Billy: I assumed you did, SEEING AS YOU SIGNED MY NAME TO THE CONTRACT!

Jones: Hey, I was trying to help YOU out.

Billy: Well you're not getting out of this; I'm legally committed, so that means you're legally committed. And don't even think about running off like you did during this Shamrock Shake fiasco!

Jones: I went to get help! I thought you were right behind me!

Gothic Trevor: Hey everybody, the hazmat people are done with us.

Billy: So what did they say?

Mike: They said we're okay for now, but we'll probably get cancer later.

Gothic Trevor: It should be pretty depressing. I'm looking forward to it.

Jones: Okay, seriously, you guys are bringing me down.