"Hey Zarbolaha.... trails off ... I'd like you to meet my friend Michelle, I mean Kamala my wife's sister and Cornpop wants to see the spaceship, and, and you got any of those premolt youngins on the ship that wanna touch my hairy legs in the swimming pool?

... touches ear ... Don't say that, salute the aliens... I mean, come on man?!"

I don't think lord Rothschilds is that embarrassing.

Not so much, I'm sure Putin would clear his schedule.

I'm saying, look for the black armored limo with the words Free Candy on the side of it.

I'd say "I'll take the anal probe instead"

I'd tell them I was in charge and to fuck off, we're full.