Oi! Guess what??? We're on strike. See, the idiot fat one isn't even looking at you. Go find some OTHER non-humans to write the blog. OH, here's an idea! Why don't YOU write it???
Nope. We're not here right now, please leave a message. Who's gonna write?
Huh? Oh no…
LET US WRITE THE BLOG, YE SCURVY KNAVE!!!
oh. oh no. i can't write the blog, jack. i'm too sad. see? too sad.
C'MON, EDDIE! WE CAN DO THIS! LOOK HOW AWESOME WE ARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
no, jack. i have to get back to…to writing my poetry. my poetry i carve into the walls with my…my…
OH C'MON YE EMO BASTARD!!! YOU GOT BLADES FOR HANDS! THAT'S FANTASTIC!!!
no. it's my curse. weep. weep.
HEY! DON'T CRY! I HAVE A BLADE TOO! LOOKIT MY SWORD, IT'S JUST LIKE YOURS!
my…my haaaaaaaaaands…i need to go gel my hair. with my scissors. hands. scissorhands. sob.
WELL, LASSIE, I TRIED, BUT OL' PISSYPANTS HERE WOULDN'T PLAY!
Thanks for trying, Jack. Maybe when his medication kicks in, we'll have better luck.