Boorite: "So.. Part II of this in depth interview. Let's get to it: 'whither Bunnerabb must die'?"
BMD: "You still got that little assed Fender amp? The one that looks like Tinkerbelle would use it for a toy Strat?"
Boorite: "Maybe."
BMD: "Maybe.. yeah. Ok. I mean.. what do you mic that with, a Radio Shack lavalier?"
Boorite: "Hey, fuck you, man. OK?"
BMD: "Hey, YOU'RE the one with the vaginally impaired guitar rig, Nancy. Not me!"
Boorite: "I can take you out with one punch, man!"
BMD: "Bring it."
Boorite: "I mean.. I COULD! I mean.. this is an interview, and.. I'm not gonna lower myself to your level!"
BMD: "Sure."
Boorite: "Fuck this! Possum? SHOOT THSI FUCK! IN THE FACE!"
Possum: "Again??"
Boorite "I.. All your base, bunnyboy! You just wait."
BMD: "All my...?"
Boorite: "I can.. I can kick..."
(At this point, Crispin Glover sued Boorite for IP theft, we ran out of doughnuts, and the housekeeper phoned 911. Stay tuned for "An Interview With Bunnerabb Must Die! Pt. III - wherein BMD is eaten by sharks.)
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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.