Grampa: Come here Billy, I want to show you something
Stan: Ahh, do I have to?
Grampa: Yes you do, you little pecker! I realized that the reason you won't kill me [Stan jumps off and follows Grampa towards his room] is because you don't understand how I feel, Billy, but now I found a way to show you what it feels like to be a grampa. [both enter, Grampa shuts the door]
Stan: Hey, what are you doing?! [Grampa loads a cassette into a tape player.]
Kyle: [oustide the room with Kenny and Cartman] What are they doing in there?
Cartman: I don't know.
Grampa: Now, you're about to see what it's like to be as old as me. Are you ready Billy?
Stan: Uh, I guess. [Grampa starts the tape, which plays a bit of Muzak that evokes Enya's 'Orinoco Flow (Sail Away)'] Okay, you, you can let me out now.
Grampa: Not just yet. [turns up the volume]
Stan: Let me out grampa! [tries to open the door] I can't take it anymore, this music is terrible, it's, it's cheesy, but lame and eerily soothing at the same time. ['Gonna fly, gonna fly, gonna fly. Gonna fly, gonna fly, gonna fly. ']
Grampa: That's it, now you know what it feels like to be grampa. [Stan falls out of the room, looking very haggard. 'Gonna fly, gonna fly, gonna fly' Grampa turns off the radio and follows.]
Stan: Eh, grampa, I had no idea how bad it was for you. Now I understand.
Grampa: So now will you kill me Billy?
Stan: Sure I will grampa, I will.
* Humor, sarcasmo e hormônios à parte, meu lado hippie-brumas de Avalon-new age adora Enya.
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