(Laughing) Well, I wouldn’t say I’m completely hairless. I mean, like any other male ass, I have some pretty thick hair right down the middle. But yeah, it is funny, the other asses at ATR are sometimes like, "Damn! You’re so pink!"

(Laughs again) Well, lobsters do all right. They do all right.

No. What we’re saying is that people shouldn’t sue unless they’re sick. I think those are two different things. And I… (farts again) Oops.

Little squeaker there. (Laughs) Well, it happens, right?

(Cheeks flapping with each syllable) What do you mean?

This is the way asses talk. What did you expect, a singing saw?

Of course. The thing about estate taxes is that 70 percent of the American population is against them. I think it speaks to the fundamental values of working people in this country that they are against them because they see them as being fundamentally unjust. Of course, there’s always going to be that argument from some corners, that argument based on class hatred and envy, that’s going to say, "Well, let’s leave it in there, because it’s only two percent of the population," or whatever that’s affected by it. But the overwhelming majority of the American population rejects this thinking.

Well, that wasn’t me exactly. That was Grover. But I second it. I mean, it’s the same morality of the Holocaust–it’s okay to have estate taxes, because it’s not me, it’s just that two percent. It’s the same kind of discrimination.

It’s not something we’ve discussed, but I’m sure they feel the same. I know Lo is down with it.

Lo. Bill Frist’s ass. We call him Lo Mein because he’s got that Chinese waiter ass. (Laughs) Narrow and saggy with one freckle.

Well, I like to cook. And I also write science fiction novels. I’m not published or anything, but it’s something I like to do.

Three. Actually two, and I’m working on a third. It’s a series. I’m trying to make this latest one a little like Neuromancer, but I’m getting bogged down in the middle.

Alistair Morquini.

Well…me, I guess. Except he’s a person.

You bet it does. Especially when the meetings run long.

Man, I don’t know. You know that–you know that death smell?

No. The death smell you get in your pants sometimes, when you’ve been wearing them too long.

It gets like that. Especially in the summer. I remember once, there was this discussion about who we were going to get to run against Bernie Sanders. You’d think–small state, financially weak opponent, how long can it take to decide something like this? But it fucking went on forever. I think it was Frank Keating who kept interrupting with some idiotic objections. What does Frank Keating know about Vermont? Anyway, Grover kept shifting in the chair. And that was one of those days when he’d been eating his tuna–

Yeah. Right out of the can, while he sits on this big rubber exercise ball. It’s like his media affectation. That’s his way of telling you he’s in his environment, that you’re on his turf, when he’s eating tuna and on that ball. Kind of like Churchill and the way he used to have people meet him while he was busy painting a landscape. Anyway, I wish he’d chosen green, leafy vegetables. Because tuna brings on that death smell. That one day…man, it was like my hairs were sizzling every time I moved.

Well, I’m going to get gradually bigger and bigger. And then I want my prostate to enlarge so that I lose some muscle control and require more attention, and then I would like to finish my novel, and maybe meet Scarlett Johansson.

(Laughs) Scare her!

Sure. You mean now?

Well, I think so. Hang on. (Flexes. Small turd-head pops out.) You ready?

Grrrrrr!

Grrrr! No new taxes! No new taxes!