Oh, man, what the fock?? So... we're gonna be 'Burbites, huh? No more creaking, cob-web strewn doors, patched-gravel parking lots, lazy bums drooling on the scarred floor, motorcycles driving through the batwing doors, squids in the Jello Pit... it's gonna be one of those gawdamm Bounce commercials, isn't it? Jeeze Louise, MM, duck behind the bar and grab me some dark foul-smelling brew before someone transforms it all into fockin' Perrier with plastic wrap around the bottles...
Didja ever get the feeling you were waking up from a dream and would rather not? Ya know whaddI mean? Jeeze...