"Give me a lap dance you will, hmmm hmmm hmmmmmmmm!" Yoda chortles, fondling himself.

"What is love?" Optimus ponders as he's sits down with a drink and some ones at the center table.

"Look at those fatty slabs of breast. I don't know how even a babe could suckle at that." Crockett responds, eyeing the patrons.

"You guys are the worst wingmen ever." I respond, pulling out my twenties and snapping at the nearest stripper in the most dehumanizing manner possible.