Pick Asidz: Welcome Methodronz...

Trax: Oh my god it's in the air...
It's airborne...
I was just spraying some glade bitches...
Veer left at the next U-turn...Loca you may find the Golden Caboose on the lonely highway...or you may even pick up a used cigarette?

Loca: I hear they are worse than used mattresses these days tanto...

Sicco: What is the matter mate...is used cigarette roadkill common to the wanderer...that is a question?

Trax: Like I know the answer...first test subject Claire Dickerson...they are all fake right?

Pick Aside: Hey wha bout the Getty Residence?

Hey what about me being a Getty
Because I'm really not Carrie Fisher's son
My Mom is a werecat
Not a nun...

Ha, ha Carrie Fisher
You've played all your games
Joshy promotes Marvel
Not Star Wars blames

Like is the world gonna blow up
Or r we getty's gonna survive
We are King Ant's
But not part of your
Beehive...

Pick Asidz: Just for deliverances sake...

Crux: I am supposed to be the pinnacle of mankind, but what am I really?
Asian...
Dark skinned...
Mixed blood...maybe that would help!
No I'm a flamboyantly gay guy living my straight life through Trax.

Trax: Call it Trax taxes...or a green oil embargo...or a coffee caucus...or wait a second...how about that guy Joshua Paul Shepard...you see the right one is J.P...
I think he is the right candidate for what he originally was and still is entitled to by law!

Crux: Vampires suck...! Go team werewolf...

Pick Aside: Piss from Heaven

Trax: I can not pee upside down but, I don't like backward slurpees either!

Loca: I can flip my controls to your side today!

Trax: So flip kick the world baby!

Loca: If only the world was my oyster, I used to have it in the palm of my hand and I somehow relinquished control of it to you sexy! Give it back...You ready for a pop quiz?

Trax: Pop it in like popcorn to my visual sensory arena...

Loca: Happy Birthday to you...you live in a net zoo...You look like Virtual Reality but you play a V.I.R. Kazoo...All right T-rax all the way to the Erectile Terradectyl with you while I stop for a beer at the golden caboose...

Trax: Stir fry my gloves virtualista chaffeur...next stop veer left at the New-Uturn!