[loud talking]

I had 2-- 2 containers of k-rations,

And then I had spam.

I had spam till it was coming out of my ears.

Clark sr.: Oh, bullshit.

Aren't you having any breakfast?

I'm not in the mood.

What are you looking at?

Oh, the silent majesty of a winter's morn,

The clean, cool chill of the holiday air,

And an asshole in his bathrobe

Emptying a chemical toilet into my sewer.

Shitter was full!

Ah, yeah. You checked our shitters, honey?