Jazz Theme:

Out of my way, I'm drunk as hell
I'll blow your ass away like ringin' a bell
Pedal to the floor and the whiskey's flowin'
I gotta porn shoot, I gotta get goin'
You don't understand. He don't give a damn
12 oz. Mouse, 12 oz. Mouse

crankin' up the jams and singin' along
what's wrong is right, what's right is wrong
makin' out on ya at the end of the bar
blackin' out and pickin' up another scar
He don't give a damn, You don't understand
12 oz. Mouse, 12 oz. Mouse

Jet car rollin' all night long
car full of bitches and a brand new bong
burgle crazy into the night
what's right is wrong, what's wrong is right
doin' all things and considering no one
i got a porn shoot, i gotta get goin'
you don't understand, he don't give a damn
12 oz. Mouse, 12 oz. Mouse

Jet car rollin' all night long
car full of bitches and a brand new bong
burgle crazy into the night
what's right is wrong, what's wrong is right
doin' all things and considering no one
i got a porn shoot, i gotta get goin'
you don't understand, there's no effin' plan
12 oz. Mouse, 12 oz. Mouse

skillet! here's the bowl, now fill it!
whaddya mean shark's listening?
far out.

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The Ampullae of Lorenzini:

You utter in a screaming tone
It's your pelagic right to roam
The entire worldy realm alone
Eyes cry a brackish brine

Another day, another doller
On terra firma I stand taller
Yet I remain in squamal squalor
Slipping down the bottom line

You stay in motion
My soul is your ocean
Forever will never concern me

Time is fleeting
Separating, meeting
Desperate isolation engulfs me

Trading my backbone for a pension
My disbelief is in suspension
Every time you throw a wrench in
Damn your defiance

Your accidental bycatch
I'm left hangin' at the dispatch
My plans you foil and rehatch
In your coup de resistance

You stay in motion
My soul is your ocean
Forever will never concern me

Time is fleeting
Separating, meeting
Desperate isolation engulfs me

Amputation emulation lorenzini

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int. hat store

PEANUT: Uuh... look at this one. That one looks nice too. (laughs) It feels like i'm staring at thousands of shoes. (laughs) Seriously, who's got some shoes?

Peanut jumps on desk.

PEANUT: Does anybody work here?  Do I... do I work here?  'Scuse me, me.  Could I get some hats?

Peanut laughs, falls behind desk, rises facing other direction and pointing shotgun.

PEANUT: (In a deep voice) No. (laughs) I am such a dick.

Peanut the fires gun, propelling himself across the room.

PEANUT: Seriously, could I, uh, (clears throat) could I try some shoes on? My head is freezing. Enough of this crap.

Peanut pulls out a bomb.

PEANUT: I said gimme the shoes, (laughs) or this place is goin' up. (laughs) Ahh. Can I smoke this in here?

Peanut pulls out a joint, takes a drag while lighting the bomb with it.

PEANUT: Too late!

ext. hat store.  Peanut is hopping out wearing a fireman hat on his underside.

PEANUT: (laughs) What?

Hat store explodes into flames.

PEANUT: Wow.  Who did that, me? Nice! I wish the police would come, 'cause now I'm a fireman. (laughs) I don't have any water. (spits on the fire)  That doesn't seem to be working. Oh. God, I wish I could help. (laughs)

credits

ext. Street.  Peanut is on a fire truck.

PEANUT: It's been fun being a cop.