He huffed a chuckle again, "Ja. A goddamns smoke?" He snorted, "One little cigarettes ain'ts is goings to kills me." He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and huffed, "Goddamns old age goings to makes me feels fucking dildos for evers now, p'fft. Goings to bes de fucking boss of me and de others fucks dat." He turned to her, "You knows, I wouldn't have ever believes me sayings dis years ago but I kinda startings to miss Ofdensen. He is has a vury hard jobs to deals with dem, you knows? I feels like fuckings grandspas dealings with de dudes now."
He shook his head, "We is needs a manager." He thought aloud more often than not these days, mostly when there was an ear to listen. "Sometimes, you knows, to gets dems more focus on things. Toki ain't gots a practice in for a whole two weeks and slacks off hangs out with Brenda Annn and de babies and all dats. Pickle don't fuckings cares, always drunks and high, p'fft. Only ones dats is does anythings arounds here is de little me and me. We ain'ts gots Nathans, Murderface, pah don't needs him vury much." He took another drink of water and looked out at the moat, where a fish was still floating up on its side.
"Haven'ts gots even a single songs writtens this whole times we is here and is complete dildos. Dis won't stands for longs. Goings to disappoints on a lots of you little tiny fanpeoples and roadies if we don't gets our acts togethers."