LADYBUG, LADYBUG, FLY AWAY HOME YOUR HOUSE IS ON FIRE AND YOUR CHILDREN ARE
ALL RIGHT... WHY DON’T YOU JUST STOP RIGHT THERE?
FIRST OFF, I LIVE IN A CONDO, NOT A ‘HOUSE.’ SECOND, I INSTALLED AUTOMATIC SPRINKLERS LAST YEAR. THIRD, MY KIDS ARE AT DAY CARE, OKAY?
FOURTH, IF I MAY BE FRANK, I REALLY DON’T APPRECIATE A DUMPY, OBSCENELY OVERWEIGHT PIG ATTEMPTING IN INFLECT UNNECESSARY STRESS UPON ME.
SO, YOU STUPID PIG, I’D LIKE YOU TO MEET MORTON, MY ATTORNEY, WHO WILL NOW SUE YOU FOR INTENTIONAL INFLICTION OF EMOTIONAL DISTRESS.
SUE THE PIG, MORTON.
SUMMONS, PIG... YOU’RE GOING DOWN.
CAN’T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG?