| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 100% | Take it all up, pick it off the altar My cock's a hoes and we never falter It's my own personal recipe Smooth as dicky I surely'll agree Morals are a subject for starting at the bait Dokus send me wet now watch us shot master bait Ate his hoes about the right son of eight Tyranny tear to all the naked blade | ▶️ |
| 97% | All I'm saying is that there are some things beyond the can of mortal man that shouldn't be tampered with. We don't know everything, Andy. What are you going on right now in the Twilight Zone that we don't know anything about? And I think we ought to stay queer! | ▶️ |
| 100% | Who the fuck are you? What the hell are you thinking? What the hell are you like? I'm sick of fucking hearing that you all give it back to you when you leave. Who do you mean when we leave? You mean it back now? For the past 15 minutes now, you've been joining on about names. Toby. Toby. Toby. Toby Wong. Toby Wong. Toby Wong. Toby Chung. Fucking Charlie Chan. I've got Madonna's big dick coming out of my left ear and Toby, I don't know what, coming out of my right. | ▶️ |
| 96% | I feel confident about it right now | ▶️ |
| 99% | It's about time you move right now. | ▶️ |
| 100% | It's about time you move right now. | ▶️ |
| 98% | It's about time to move right now. | ▶️ |
| 97% | We're now more down into the library at the USS Randall, and we are now only minutes away from sailing time. And Elvis Presley will shortly be on his way to Germany and return to the United States. Well, who knows? It'll be some time anyway. Elvis, we have just a small group of few moments to talk about things. I know you're pretty tired, Phil. You've had a busy couple days getting here to the Brooklyn port and getting ready to leave. Have a chance? Yes, sir. That's right. | ▶️ |
