Well, gol danged, Kendall...

Jus' 'cause yer lady ain't 'round to keep ya straight that don't mean ya' gotta go gettin' all down in the dumps and talking 'bout writers who down kilt themselves... Bad, Kendall, bad...

Now hear this, Capt'n, you even mention sewercide again an' Iz gonna stuff my boney hillbilly butt, as well as anything that might be attached to it, into my 15 year ol' Toyoter and drive up to Maine and find you in yer little lobster hot and stangle yer butt... Ya hear?

I mean it... We ain't gonna have nobody talking 'bout sewercide! Murder? Different story...

Now go have a couple shots of that Scotch whiskey an' the Mrs will be home soon an' I'z gonna tell her that you been talkin' 'bout some guy doing this sewercide thing an', boy, I wouldn't want to be you when she finds out, gol dangit...

Plus, fir gosh sakes, you ain't sick no more... Okay, so ya can't song like you used to? Welcome to the crowd...

Bobert