“Ayyy-oh! Look what the desert wind blew in! Welcome to the Freakshop, Freshmeat-o! We’re out here tryin' to expand the mind, expand the market, and maybe expand a few buttholes while we’re at it!”

Dax claps his hands together loudly, a manic grin splitting his beard.

“You look like you got the stones for some high-octane work. You ready to help the Fooliganz wipe out some of those O’Neil hicks and start a real party, or are you just here to stare at my fine assets?”