"The natives are getting restless again. Eh, happens every year. They deserve a special treat and I know just the thing. Those little cowboy monkeys that ride around at halftime on dogs. But the guy’s number is in that Franklin Planner from 1997. Eh, here it is, need to get into this closet... /adjusts elaborate series of trusses, attempts to bend over, falls into closet, unable to right self, begins yelling/ Rosa, Rosa, code orange, I repeat, code orange!'"