00:00Pa, father, sir, where do babies come from?
00:04Um, well...
00:05Answer me now!
00:06Why do you need to know?
00:07Because assuming them gingers procreate the same way as we do,
00:11we could eliminate the problem at its root.
00:13Bring it in a ginger specimen as to allow me to ask it how they multiply.
00:17Oh, hello there.
00:19Papa, you must speak its language for it to understand you.
00:22Hit it, maestro!
00:28What the f***?
00:30Tell me your procreation secret.
00:35What?
00:36Papa, it asked me a question. Does it take what equals now?
00:40I don't know. I'm sure it doesn't.
00:41I could beat it with a stick to show dominance.
00:43What the hell?
00:44Where's my stick, Papa?
00:45I threw it out.
00:46What am I supposed to beat people with?
00:48Exactly.
00:49Oh, I'll find out your secret one day, ginger.
00:52What secret?
00:52What?
00:53Ah!
00:54Someone cut it off!
00:56Cut it off!
00:57Oh!
00:57Oh!
00:58A heart attack.
01:01Is it...
01:02over?
01:03I'm not sure.
01:04You know, they say bad grass never dies.
01:07Never mind, I'm good again.
01:08You can't have a heart attack if you don't have one.
01:10Satan says hi, by the way.
01:11You're alive, son. Hurrah!
01:12Hurrah, indeed!
01:13I'm so happy I could burn a ginger.
01:15He he.
01:18Did I say stand there and look stupid?
01:20I said burn it.
01:21Aw, man.
01:22Ah!
01:23But don't burn it for too long.
01:25You know, I like a medium rare.
01:26Hopefully we'll kill!
01:27Bye-bye.
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