Frylock: Hey, guys, what’s up?
Ignignokt: Hey yourself.
Err: Welcome to the rock!
Frylock: Whatch’yall doin’?
Ignignokt: Well I wonder who wants to know?
Frylock: Look, I know we’ve had a lot of differences in the past, but—
Ignignokt: But what? I’ve hacked into your brain. You’re throwing a party and no one’s showing up.
Frylock: No, but umm, how did you know?
Ignignokt: Sadness surrounds us.
Err: Sadness is for poor people!
Ignignokt: We might be able to swing by, but we can’t promise anything. On the moon our weekends are so far advanced they encompass the entire week. Jobs have been phased out.
Err: We get checks from the government, and we spend it on beer! Mexican beer!
Inignot: That’s the cheapest of all beers.