Tekster: Thought Industry. Michigan Jesus.

[Brent:] Christ, you've toiled hard. So grab a stool. You
get to buy the first round.

[Jesus:] Guiness Stout?

[Brent:] I'll cleanse your feet with my beer. We'll have
another round, Collin. May I bum a smoke? Thank
you.

[Jesus:] Citizens, the proletariat will rise. Marx was right
to believe in something new.

[Dippy:] Can I quote that?

[Jesus:] Government, reduced to a momentary guard. I was
born just a man within a plan.

[Lippy:] That's with a "J", right?

[Brent:] Christ, the girls are onto you. A godless herd.
But I don't believe in god either.

[Jesus:] And neither do I.

[Brent:] Let's pound some shots of Quervo. I'm always
thinking wrong loaded. So, damn it, come along. We'll
sing.

[Jesus, Brent, and the People:] Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala.
Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala.

[Dippy:] Genius, who's your agent?

[Lippy:] Is that in Hebrew?

[Brent:] I'm outta here. Call me a taxi. Christ, my keys.
You sure know how to drink my friend J.C.

[Dippy:] I love you.

[People:] Adieu, adieu, and yes we love you Jesus, too.
Please come back to conclude in lost Hebrew.

[Lippy:] Please, don't leave.

[Jesus:] Thank you much. Come meet my wife at the
laundromat.