IC: (Sitting on the bed of his pickup truck Lenny Ray reaches into a cooler, pulls out a beer and pops the top)
Ya know somethin', there's all these folks talkin' bout what they're gonna do at Kingdom Come. Talkin' bout how they're gonna be the new face of Jay Bee Dubya, how they're walkin' out with their hands held high and gold 'round their waists. *sips his beer* I've been for a minute now and seen my share of new faces walk in and walk right back out with their tails tucked between their legs. All these folks talkin' bout how they're the future of Jay Bee Dubya need to recognize one damn thing. *kills the rest of his beer and tosses the can into the pile that is forming in the bed of the truck* Jay Bee Dubya is my personal fuckin' trailer park. At Kingdom Come I'm walkin' in with 1 belt and leaving with a few more. And after that, I got my sights set on more gold. Mark my word, you folks all got y'all's eyes set on the Redneck Era of Jay Bee Dubya. Y'all better save y'all's Confederate money boys and girls, cause the South shall rise again.