A truer skit could never be conceived.
He always did seem “a little wired”, perhaps “a bit keyed-up, there” and through the manufacture of meth, “BETTER LIVING THROUGH CHEMICALS”.
“I’m GAWWWWD!! Yor just a A BUG!”.
Spoken like a chest-beating frontiersman “defending his territory” before he’s thrown in a psychiatric hold “to air out”.
“Better hose him off”
That ole “jungle-juice”, “beetle-juice”, slick like unshowered balls until he smells like spoiled apples, rotten fish, and bad fermented cheese.
Mania “is fun enough” UNTIL YOU GET LOBOTOMIZED.
(Lydia wishes for a can of LYSOL)
(Otho “would shit”)