Timmy: Bye bye, everybody! Oh, but... hey Doc?
Dr. Singh: Yes, little buddy?
Timmy: You remember how you said I couldn't get a paycheck cause I'm not an adult and you're my legal guardian? I was wonderin' if maybe, since I'm grown-up and all now... y'know...
Dr. Singh: Don't be silly, Timmy. You're still just a child in an adult's body, and if I gave you money, you'd just spend it on candy and high-powered fireworks, and where would that leave us? You'd be morbidly obese and missing your thumbs.
Timmy: Yeah, I guess you're right... I was just kinda thinking maybe I could, y'know, get a car or something...
Dr. Singh: Really? That's a very adult decision, Timmy. I'm actually a little proud of you, although I'm pretty sure you'd immediately crash into a telephone pole and break open that fool head of yours.
Timmy: So I guess that's a "no," then...
Dr. Singh: Aww, what the heck! Telephone pole or not, how could I say no? You deserve a chance to careen around the roadways just like everyone else, you little scamp. Here, I'll grab a few grand out of your trust fund and you can head over to see Edy at the dealership.
Timmy: Jeepers! Thanks, Doc! You won't regret this!
Dr. Singh: You bet, Timmy. I never regret anything.
OH SHIZ HES GONNA GET A CAR
OH SHIZ OH SHIZ OH SHIZ OH--
She's gonan regret it
The Idiots In Black
Anything, everything, something that just don't make sense. Btw: We're pirates?
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