"I have a dream, most nights. It starts on a playground. There's kids, you know swingin, they're laughing. There's dogs barking, there's butterflies, flapping their little wings.
And then you hear a rumbling. And over the horizon comes a black cloud.....and it's made of cancer.....and pus. And it starts sweeping over the playground, everyone's starts screaming and clawing their eyes and pulling at their hair and saying, "HELP!! WHAT DO WE DO!!??"
You know what happens next? Out steps me, welding the biggest fuckin shotgun you've ever seen in your life and you know what I do? I blow every fuckin thing away, and I am gettin God's work done.
And when it's all over and the dust is settled, the whole world gathers below me and they say, "Thank you Ronnie, thank you for helping, being a great man, and doing this for us."
And you know what I say? "You don't need to thank me, I'm just a guy with a gun. I'm just a cop".