“Hi there sir. I can’t help but notice that it’s six o’clock in the morning and you’ve been revving up your nice green motorcycle for the past 15 minutes. I thought I’d come talk to you about that man to man and ask you: “Do you wanna die? Aaaw, do ya, huh, you fuckin’ leather wearing green motorbike revving noisy waking people up sonofabitch fuckin’ pussy mutherfucker?” Cos here’s me trying to get all up close and personal with the goddam mutherfuckin’ Sandman and I’m right on the goddam verge of getting that pussy ass hornblower to bring me a fuckin’ dream, but do I get a mutherfuckin’ cocksucking dream? Let me tell you mutherfucker, no I don’t, because some braindead witless two wheeled cocksucking douchebag likes to feel something big throbbing between his legs in the early hours of the goddam morning. So I’m here to tell you to shut the fuck up you sunrise motorcycle fuck or I’m gonna stick two tons of dynamite up your ass and blow your goddam dick to Christmas. Aaaaaaa, I’m just kiddin’ wit ya. But if you don’t stop revving up your motorcycle I’m gonna tie you to a shark and push you off a mutherfuckin’ cliff. Thanks for your time, shitheel. Aaa hahahahahaaa.”