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

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

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

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

I don't think lord Rothschilds is that embarrassing.