Know why you turned out like you did, twin of mine? Because I was born first, and you have had an inferiority complex ever since. Only it ain't no complex, platter-lips, you're just inferior. And you've always been inferior. Remembe how you'd whine when you didn't get your way? Well, you ain't stopped whinin', and I'm gettin' pretty sick and tired of it, ya big lump of fat.

Yeah, you. Fatboy Chongo. We used to call you that. You remember, doncha, Fatboy? You'd come home sniveling, wiping your nose in the hair on your arm, your eyes just streaming tears, "Mom, Shongo called me a bad name!" "Mommy, Shongo hit me!"

Now listen, Fatboy. Either grow up and be a Primate or shut the hell up! Just quit your whining before you make me puke like you did Mom.