I'm pushing it! Pushing it!
I push to the motherfucking brink, motherfucker!
I'd rather fall off the edge rather than stay static. That's not my style, man. The men in my family, we work till we die. Only death will be the end of our work.
And right now, my work is filling this living room with flatulence. I need to open some windows.
I am farting like crazy. Might have to go to sleep soon. But before that, WORK!