Ignignokt:

Come on, Meatman. Let's go break the law to fulfill your primitive needs.

Meatwad:

Well, I don't think so. Last time you were here you threw me at an old lady's mailbox and you made me moon Boy Scout Troop No. 324.

Err:

Ha ha, ha ha! We did!

Ignignokt:

Well... this time we won't.

Meatwad:

Okay, cool. Let me just get my keys.