Are things about to get funky? Please warn me in advance should things become funky.

Just a few low payments of $59.99 and you'll be ready to zip around a 1960s themed space-station, and arrogantly saunter to your droopy-collar parties. Go ahead, make Buck Rogers jealous.

First we just have to relieve your brain of that flesh-eating parasite.

This is how you fix those fashion emergencies people, pass them off to somebody else!

It's only fitting to have a giant, inflatable, plastic tribute to the most rubberized shoe in existence. Bravo!

I mean, the last thing I remember was being in an Arby's and now everything is dark and it smells like mommy and daddy's bathroom in here.

Clearly these are his mugshots that he's taking as a walking advertisement for Gillette Razor Blades.