MIKA THE DUMBASS MUSICAL MULE:
((Brays in exasperation at the angry noise from Broken Arsed Mountain))
Lighten up on me, you bald-headed guys. You fly down here to the wedding, have yourselves a real good time, instead of sittin' up there complainin' four hours a day!
((Inspiration strikes))
What are you all waiting for, the mating song? Well, it's up next so you're in luck! You can join me in the chorus if you'd like to.
((Regards MONROE's frantic barbeque preparations))
And tell you what, there'll be so much to eat here for you lot, you won't have to hunt again tiill November, won't have to kill yourselves no nice elk nor nothing.
So many whole bulls lined up for the feast - everyone here should be full and satisfied, except SLEEPY if he shows up. He'd be in grave danger, if you know what I mean.