Transcription: That's okay, it's just a birthday present, Babs. No, it's no birthday present, Cotton. I smell deep, dark trouble. Oh my God almighty, someone has sent me a bag of presents! A turd, mom, a turd! You could have sent them! A turd! Oh, a turd! Oh, Babs! This is a direct attack on my divinity! A direct attack on the people harmony of our last few weeks here. An outrageous attempt to humiliate and disgrace my private life. Someone will pay for this. Someone will pay with our life for this grossly offensive act.
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