Super weak, dude. This is what we get for selling candy bars to get Chef out of imprisonment and for saving him from marrying Veronica the succubus.
I mean, seriously you guys, they call me fat and stupid every week but I don't let it piss me off because I know I'm simply bigger than life it self and I'm just as smart and charismatic as our 16th president Willard Filmore.
How will we survive? No more sultry songs, no more salisbury steak, no more....
