You make the journey between the Post Man and the only thing on your plate.
GT: why do i explain.
GT: Ooh, these illicit hacked warez which i still feel terrible about.
GT: Cheese and fucking crackers when do i SOUND like some trollycar bellwether toiling in the tragic derailment.
GT: And youre relaying my apology to dirk through her?
GT: That would be weird to talk to my bro without a lot of serious business to attend to.
GT: If you hate me now.
GT: Which now that i think youve gone and flipped your cuckoo fruitcake switch! Is that true?