Toy Clayton

I don't have it.

Not good.

German?

German.

Brazilian?

Edmund.

You write some from pups.

Oh, you gotta plot your shit right for me sometime,

you know that?

Doesn't it matter to anyone that,

rip out, do you have a dead wave?

Ah, you got life coach, right?

Two of 'em.

Oh, yes.

That's how it's done.

Yes.

That's it.

Wow.

That's it.

I think he missed a few tea sales.

You don't worry about him.

I know.

He's a damn foreigner.

Hey, hey.

Sorry.

That's two.

And that goes back to the same ones.

This was made for the last picture.

This is?

This is.

Ah.

Take a little piss here.

Yes.

Yes.

Yeah.

Come on.

Yeah, that's it.

That's it.

Up, down as well.

Shoulder, chest, throat.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

That's it.

Yeah.

So far.

OK.

So far.

Picture?

Yeah.

I'm singing in the fucking rain.