And the monster comes down. He walks around. He's a big-boy. And he says: Raaaaaaaaa. I say: Oh, oh, oh. By all those tall Mc's. They line the bar. A trampoline full of cars. They beat hammers on pavement. Old kick-flip tricks. You know, Arlo. Raise your arms like palms. Whip your hair back. Pull up your socks. Get into your whip. And buy some Cheezels.