Day 5 of unemployment: I’ve obtained two CDs of unknown origin from the woods behind my pharmacy. I fear they may be damaged beyond function. Will you join me in my pledge to preserve the relics of our culture?
Day 6 of unemployment: I received a haircut from an Italian man who smelled of pine and hot newspaper. He shorn me with the skill of a Chilean shepherd. Will you join me in celebrating our multicultural society?
Day 4 of unemployment: I have completed my pilgrimage to Grimace’s ancestral homeland, as is my birthright. This is his body, broken for us. Will you join me in tasting the milk of The Purple One?