I love you Eris.

[Ben]

Hi Eris er Kali a.k.a. Satan.  Do you want some head?  Cum'on.  I know the preying mantis, the black widow in you would feel totally ultimate to rip the head right out of my spine.  The yin will destroy me, but you know what?  I still have just a grain of faith in the goodness of it.  Yin is always getting ready to yang, but are YOU prepared to be destroyed?  Someday, yin and yang will reign in perfect harmony together.  In the meantime, FUCK OFF.

[Chef]

Hi Eris er Kali a.k.a. Satan.  Do you want some head?  Cum'on.  I know the preying mantis, the black widow in you would feel totally ultimate to rip the head right out of my spine.  The yin will destroy me, but you know what?  I still have just a grain of faith in the goodness of it.  Yin is always getting ready to yang, but are YOU prepared to be destroyed?  Someday, yin and yang will reign in perfect harmony together.  In the meantime, FUCK OFF.

GET TO THE POINT, MAN!

DAMN.  FUCKING OPIEZ THESE DAYS, WRITE 2 SENTENCES, AND THINK THEY ARE RANTING.

[Ben]

Fuck, CHEF.  You're back?  You were always such a pain, but that Scorpius in you does motivate me.
Okay, this is what I mean to say:  if yin can dig it with that yang, and yang can dig it with that yin, then harmony will ensue, but with Eris in charge, well she better watch out for her brother Ares and what-not because both men and women can be shit-kickers as well as bliss-fuckers.  So, just watch your ass and everything else is gonads and strife.

[Chef]

Fuck, CHEF.  You're back?  You were always such a pain, but that Scorpius in you does motivate me.
Okay, this is what I mean to say:  if yin can dig it with that yang, and yang can dig it with that yin, then harmony will ensue, but with Eris in charge, well she better watch out for her brother Ares and what-not because both men and women can be shit-kickers as well as bliss-fuckers.  So, just watch your ass and everything else is gonads and strife.

THERE IS NO "BLISS" WIFF ERIS, AND IT PUZZLES CHEF AS TO WHY OPIEZ KEEP THINKING THERE IS.

ERIS KILLS OFF CIVILIZATIONS TO SETTLE PETTY GRUDGES.  THERE IS NOT ONE KNOWN INSTANCE OF HER DOING ANYTHING INVOLVING "BLISS".  SHE IS A PETTY, VINDICTIVE BITCH, AND CHEF THINKS HE LOVES HER.

ERGO, YOUR PIECE IS FLAWED, AND SHOULD BE FED TO THA HURKLE BEAST.

[Ben]

Yeah. That's what I meant to say the first time around.  Fuck tha Hurkle beast!

[Chef]

Yeah. That's what I meant to say the first time around.  Fuck tha Hurkle beast!

DO NEVER, SON.  OR BRING A BAGGIE FOR YOUR GONADS.

[Ben]

Better quit talking to yourself,
SON.

[Chef]

Better quit talking to yourself,
SON.

YUO STEPPING?

BRING A TEDDY BEAR FOR YOUR GHETTO SHRINE.

[Ben]

Bring an eagle for your scorpion shrine.

[Chef]

Bring an eagle for your scorpion shrine.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE?

CHEF D,
THINKS OPIES SHOULDN'T EVEN TRY.

[Ben]

Chef, dude, I thought you were scrambled.  How did you ever manage to resurrect?

[Chef]

Chef, dude, I thought you were scrambled.  How did you ever manage to resurrect?

TRADE SECRET, SON.

AW, WHAT THE HELL.

I MADE ROGER CUT & PASTE THE SCRAMBLED PASSWORD BEFORE HE HIT SUBMIT.  SILLY FUCKER HARDLY NOTICED HE DID IT.

CHEF DIESEL,
WILL NOT GO QUIETLY INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT.

[Drunken Monkey Cabal]

what if we all helped you along?

[East Coast Hustle]

son, take some friendly advice.

do NOT step.

[Ben]

son, take some friendly advice.

do NOT step.

I'll actually take that advice, but that's just because I just stepped out of a drunken oblivion.  I'm gonna go be an aphrodite worshipper for a while now.