So I went to the pancake house one morning for breakfast and I'm like "Water, please."
And then the store owner goes like PSYCHO, pulls a chainsaw out from unda' the counta', and hacks off both my arms. Fort' da' ferwst two seconds, I just stared, then I'm like all over the floor cryin' an' bleedin' and screamin'.
And ten', tis' cold sensation washes over me.
The owner smiles and pulls a cup of water from over my head and holds out his' hand and says' "You're two dollas' short."