[door opening] Listen, you little pissant, I told you I own this theme park. The officer said I can have as many churros as I want. And another thing, you suck at your job. Now get me a [beep] churro, and while you're at it, you're fired. [gasps] Please, sir, I need this job. Call me The Great Wenis. Grovel. Okay, you're not fired. Get up. You look worse than the men Zeus sleeps. [siren blaring]