Krel: STOP THE MUSIC! STOP THE MUSIC!
Krel: Somebody left an ice cube on the floor, it melted and now my sock is wet.
Krel, pulling out his serrator: Who the frick wants to die?

Krel: STOP THE MUSIC! STOP THE MUSIC!
Krel: Somebody left an ice cube on the floor, it melted and now my sock is wet.
Krel, pulling out his serrator: Who the frick wants to die?