Bust out the Hamnet and start rounding up some porkers cos we're gonna choo-choo down to Train Dream station faster than an F1 race, on the lookout for Sinners with no sense or Sentimental Value about 'em, keeping dapper as a Secret Agent and fiery as an Italian nonna yelling, "Bugonia!" at a buncha busy-bodies, ping ponging like Marty Supreme day after day, night after night, One Battle After A-f$^&ing-nother. FRANKENSTEIN!