You need a bad operation.
Gimme the scissors, hammer, flame.
Dr. Octagon, “Elective Surgery,” Dr. Octagonecologyst, 1996
You need a bad operation.
Gimme the scissors, hammer, flame.
Now my helmet’s on, you can’t tell me I’m not in space.
Shakespeare’s gone, don’t even think about it.
Think about it, if you was there standing looking at me.
What would you do, if I hit your face with dog doo-doo?