THE LUNCH TRUCK - I have a lunch truck. What's that? It's a special truck for eating lunch in. May I eat mine in there? Sure. Where do I sit? There's no chair. You stand. It's S.R.O., standing room only.

BEARS IN DANGER - To preserve my lungs from frequent usage, I choose to live underwater a lot. Usually when nobody's looking I "breathe" straight water, extracting oxygen like fish do. When I'm breathing on land, I attack grizzly bears and eat them, spitting ****** bear guts everywhere.