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Morning, brother. Hello, brother. I made a pot of Kool-Aid.
You don't make a pot of Kool-Aid? Well, I did. Is it hot? Maybe. Maybe not. It's hard, isn't it? Yes. Hot Kool-Aid. Put some ice in it if you like.
Oh, no. I'm not thirsty, Father. I'm not gonna drink it. No, drink it. No. I want you to drink this. I'm not drinking it. Drink this right now. I'll pour it on the floor and I'll blame it on you.
Oh, yeah. Real mature. I know. Why don't you grow up? I do, because I love you. Well, I'm not gonna drink it. I hate you. That's all I ever hear anymore.
Brother, try this. Brother, try that. Remember that? Was it cinnamon toast and uh, or was it mainly man, a good idea? Didn't make a single pound. I made a pound of cinnamon toast with mayonnaise. And don't forget rocky road, the Tabasco. Right? Yeah. It was a three—hospitalized—about three women hospitalized. Kool-Aid. There's so much left of it. What am I gonna do with all this hot Kool-Aid?
Drink it? No. Yes, Father. Yes, please. Okay. Okay. That's pretty good. Yeah, like that.