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Billy sits on the same park bench in Central Park every day wondering why he sucks. He often talks to the multi-eyed alien who was kicked out of the circus.
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| I'm a loser. I've never had a girlfriend, and I'll never get one. | |
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| It's not your fault you suck. I suck also because I got kicked out of the circus for putting the moves on the three toed sloth-woman. | |
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Every time a NYC whore comes around, Billy runs away.
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| Want to have a threesome with me and my cat? | |
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| Hey! It seemed good and kinky to me! | |
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