>Barry... I need you to get rid of my porn collection. Magazines, videos, some security footage I bought on the black market... There are snuff films in there, Bar. If the police sees all the pictures I took of your mother's feet while she was sleeping... It's all in the box in the basement labelled "Baby Pictures". Before you ask: yes, there are baby pictures in there, they're just not of you. Actually, they're a part of the collection, but that doesn't matter now. You've gotta do this for me, kid. You've got to destroy my porn stash. And I mean DESTROY that shit, kid... Seriously, the hentai alone is enough to get a man put away. Hentai is the Japanese word for "pervert", son, and that's what I am. That's what your father is. All the fat globs of semen I've wasted masturbating to bestiality and vore over the years. And I'm a strong ejaculator, Barry. I'm as sterile as a surgery room, but I cum like a geyser every time. I think part of the thrill was always seeing if I could get any of it in my mouth. The first time I did it was a complete accident, but the taste, Barry... The taste was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I started to crave it. It was like a drug to me. And that's coming from a guy who did a lot of blow in the 90s, usually off of the ass of some coked-out hooker who me and the boys would kill for sport later. I actually have some footage of that in my collection... Which, again, you REALLY need to get rid of. I cannot overstate the importance of wiping that shit from the face of the Earth. Okay, what else, what else? You can have the slice of cake that I've been saving. I mean, I took a bite out of it, but it's not like I have herpes or anything. Wait, do genitals count? Nevermind, I'm going back to getting gangraped in the showers... The trick is not letting them know how much you enjoy it, or they don't put any effort into it. In summation: never stop running, burn my porn, eat my cake... Bleh.
WB wasn't ready for Raimikino.