Jones: Good news, my niggas - I got us a job!

Billy: YOU got us a job?

Jones: It's with this outfit called "Inept Concepts". We're gonna be reviewing stuff for the Mr. Satanism website!

Billy: Mr. Satanism? Isn't he the guy who reviews G-rated movies and then complains when there aren't any tits in them?

Jones: Yeah, that's right.

Gothic Trevor: I like that site.

Jones: So... I think our bit is gonna be called "Billy Corvair's Remaindered Pantry".

Billy: If you made all this happen, why didn't they call it "Jones's Remaindered Pantry"?

Jones: I had to use your name on all the paperwork because you have a permanent address.

Billy: God damn it...

Jones: Relax, it's all good. And we've already got our first gig - they want us to review the McDonald's Shamrock Shake!

Billy: I remember those! Uncle O'Grimacey!

Gothic Trevor: Say what?

Billy: Uncle O'Grimacey! He was Grimace's green, Irish-stereotype uncle who pimped the Shamrock Shake.

Jones: Yeah, I don't remember that.

Gothic Trevor: I remember when Grimace had four arms...

Billy: Do they even make Shamrock Shakes anymore? Even if they do, St. Patrick's Day is weeks from now.

Jones: It's all taken care of - these cats I know set some of the syrup aside years ago. They use it to make Shamrock Shakes all year round, by special request only, ten bucks a pop. We can't let their manager catch on though, or they'll get nailed.

Billy: Wait a minute, they're doing this behind McDonald's back?

Jones: Something like that, yeah.

Billy: Jesus Christ, it's a milkshake - why does there always have to be some intricate scam involved with you???

Jones: I don't understand the question.