“I got an alibi, just in case you think I did it. Tighter than a crab's ass, and that is air tight.”

“For the record, Irish," he informed her tightly, just in case she got the wrong idea, "I kneel to no one.”

“I did it to protect my good reputation in case anyone ever caught me walking around with crab apples in my cheeks. With rubber balls in my hands I could deny there were crab apples in my cheeks. Everytime someone asked me why I was walking around with crab apples in my cheeks, I'd just open my hands and show them it was rubber balls I was walking around with, not crab apples, and that they were in my hands, not my cheeks. It was a good story, but I never knew if it got across or not, since its pretty hard to make people understand you when your talking to them with two crab apples in your cheeks.”

“He was like this when I got here?' That's you alibi?”

“I had to pass a few more tests, and that house is shored up tighter than a straight boy's ass at a gay bar.”

“Oh shit did you just dis the feminine genderI'll pummel your ass then stick you in a blenderYou think I like Tori and Ani so I can't rhymeBut I got flow like Ghostbusters got slimeObjectify women and it's fuckin' onYou'll be dead and gone like ancient Babylon.”