Put on your toque and your mucklucks and snap on your parka, Little Hawk, and I'll mush on by and get you. Oh, and be sure and shove a couple of sheets from The Toronto Star up under your shirt, because it's colder than penguin shit out there. I've got to go down to Rama and file a report on the recent badger-napping, and I thought I would pick me up some Molson and Lamb Fries at National Liquor Store #41,356. I'll drop you by the dry goods store on the way.
On Yukon King!! On stout fellow!