Mr. Steve:
Why do you keep lying, man? We know you eat puppies. You even reject your own phony god. All you can do is threaten this and threaten that. Admit it, you're a sorry replacement for your father, and he was a commie jerk.

Mr. Kim:
Capitalist pig-dog! Ptooh! I spit on your imperialist face!

Osama:
Go ahead,caller, you are on radio. Tell what is on your corrupt infidel mind.

The Caller:
We could solve our state budget shortfall by taxing shoes. The County Treasurer could issue little non-removable stickers, not unlike auto license tags, for all our shoes. You could make the first two pairs of stickers free, so the homeless and the very poor could be shod if they wished. The rest of us, who are rich, would pay an annual shoe tag tax based on the depreciated book value of the shoes. The brunt of the shoe tax burden would fall on those rich guys that need shoes for every sport and the rich ladies who would emulate Imelda Marcos, as well as fat-cats and lawyers of any sex. They tax coffee in Seattle and...

Osama:
Shut up! You are stupid! You think I am not having shoes! Your pig skin shoes are unclean. Next you will be taxing Osama's turbans! I will kill you! I am hating this job.