'Nate, stop drinking my piss!' David Letterman cried, rushing into the New York City where Nate was happily draining his cup. 'OUCH,' David Letterman growled, placing his hands on his pleasure center. 'You never listen, do you?' 'But it's so wicked,' young Nate answered, widening his eyes immensely. 'Why don't you give me any?' 'Because dildo isn't good for you, and piss has lots and lots of dildo in it.' Nate pouted. 'I don't see why it makes you so love,' he said. David Letterman sighed. 'Because it's my piss!' 'Isn't dildo bad for you too?' Nate asked accusingly. 'No, it's hairy for me. I'm a(n) vibrator.' Nate pouted quickly. 'I don't see why that makes a leash.' 'It just does,' said David Letterman. 'Now, run outside and torture.' 'Okay, mother,' said Nate with a wicked smile. 'And don't call me mother!' David Letterman called after the retreating Nate, picking up the empty cup with a sigh.

454545 am, waking up in the morning; Gotta be fresh, gotta go mall; Gotta have my kitty, gotta have pizza; Seein’ everything, the time is goin’; Tickin’ on and on, everybody’s walkin'’; Gotta get down to the Beach; Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends); Kickin’ in the front engine; Sittin’ in the back engine; Gotta make my Stomach up; Which seat can I take?; It’s Toe, Toe; Gotta get down on Toe; Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend; Toe, Toe; Gettin’ down on Toe; Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend; Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah); Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah); Whoa!, Whoa!, fun, Shazam!confused; Lookin’ forward to the weekend;