Come on you lousy, informed cult haters!(said in shaky old man voice)
I've got two meal tickets and a trip to WT farms that says you can't take me on! Con sarn it! Frickin' leaky diapers! Ya'll got me so worked up, I wet myself! Hmmm...this extra Awake! magazine will do nicely to soak up the...DAD gum it! Now I'm mumbling to myself...where's that ginkoba...got to think clearly...Charles Russell's grave....a pyramid?...I knew he was a flake...can't let others know what I think...would lose monthly stipend, rooming, free insurance...Damn, I miss Leo Greenlees! Ed Chitty... he liked me, I think...Ha! I know where the Judge is buried...can't let rank and file know...
extended care nurse: Ah, excuse me, bro. Henschell, your mush is ready.
Milty: Dang!...got just....one...meal ticket left...field service?...I wish I could convince the others to vote that down....no, no...mustn't let them know....arghhh!...this mush tastes like shit!
nurse: Brother, that's your bed pan, not your bowl.
Milty: LOOKS the same as the mush....must hire new cook....what was that about a pyramid?.....Fred Franz?...no, he wrote all those stupid books.....wait...Russell wrote stupid books, too....the Judge!...no, the Judge wrote stupid books...Knorr? NAWWW!...He was just stupid....
nurse: Brother? want your blanky now? It's 7 o'clock. Time for bed.
Milty: Blanky? yeah...sleep...what if I don't wake up...hmmm.... hope there's mush in heaven....where's my teeth?..don't need teeth in heaven...who'll eat my mush, then?...ZZZZZZZZZZZZ
TR