 At my last IRS audit, the IRS agent told me that a leopard can't change its spots. I guess a leopard can't change its spots. Uh, I don't know that much about leopards. And I was like, what? What are we talking about? Who are you to tell a leopard what to do with their spots? Who are you to judge me? The leopard can do whatever it wants with its body, dang it. Mr. Giraffe? Leopard's body, leopard's choice. That's what I'm talking about. Who lets little boys grind on his rump? Dang, fascist leopard oppressors. Die, you fascist bastard. I mean, now I can see why leopards sometimes have to rise up and eat people. Rise up. You are a mighty warrior. Rise up like a phoenix. I mean, it'd be like if the IRS tried to tell me that I had to cut my hair. So who died? A close family member? Yeah, worse my barber and it hit me pretty hard too. Who am I going to get to cut my hair? I'd be like, well, hey, I'm going to cut my hair when I'm good and ready and not a second before you dang controlling son's bitch. Sir, don't you think you've had enough? I tell you when I've had enough. What's that? Not cutting your hair may mean the state considers you to be transgender, requiring the government to perform mandated castration. Hold on, hold on a second here. I know what's going on here. I thought we only did that kind of thing these days to young children. Please, I only did that so I could stop the kids during school hours. That crap doesn't apply to me. I've been grandfathered in under the old rules. Herb gardens installed before August 1988 are grandfathered in and therefore permitted under HOA by laws. I've been grandfathered in. Regress was planted in 87. But you already knew that, didn't you? Turns out I was just a pawn in your little game. What's that? You got my parents approval? Wait, wait a second. They would never. Actually, that's not all that surprising. That's not surprising. I'm afraid I am not a very popular hero among the Tlaxian people. But still, that doesn't matter. I'm an adult date. I've been grandfathered in under the old rules. Honestly, kids are in trouble these days. I'm telling you.