You bet'ya  malcolm came through and
he made easy with it Mr.  Flood.  
I know hes forgetting or hes
choosing to be away forawaile, buddy.
Making deals feel like straw hats.
He ought to win this time, Mr.  Flood.
Or else his wallet objects to Ideals.
Show me more moments when I have
went away to exile because im slipping
on waxed  vanilla floors, face down
in suran saharas covered to sticky crumb
dreams.   Malcolms turning to our clock
gears now, Mr.  Flood.  Let him roast
like cosarole this evning, lets fix another
Drink, Mr.  Boomerango, for malcolms
singularity.  He isnt going to notice!