"Cyclotron, cyclotron, cyclotron..." said the fish as it waited to be battered. "Whisk me away to the stars and we can swing like the vines we once were!" replied the cow in an obvious state of bewliderment.
You tease us with your toasts, mr. enema...but your back-catelogue is lacking a certain 'UMPH!'...stop. Rewind...You tease us with your toasts, mr. enema...stop. Fast-forward...'Tops omre Lepase', said the Latin Gentleman with the hat.