Livestock: Do you want to go into business with me?
Livestock: We're going to get a bunch of Saint Bernards, okay?
Livestock: And then we're going to put cameras in those little barrels around their necks.
Livestock: And we'll train them to look up skirts.
Livestock: And well post the videos on a website.
Moof: They won't do that.
Livestock: Why not?
Moof: They are too honorable.
Livestock: Not if we get them drunk first!
Livestock: Anyway all you have to do is supply the money.
Livestock: And help me train these dogs to look up dames' skirts!
He changed the subject after that, because I think he is afraid of becoming too successful.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
Ignore the hype. Find out how these games will likely go right or wrong.