*Shouts through a megaphone at all Y!A people* "Did you hear that everyone? We have to call off the big finale. Put the clown car away; we won't be needing it. Put Bernie the wise-azz cockatoo back in his cage. All you ladies dressed as nuns can put your flamethrowers away. Same for the Kazoo-playing transvestites. Tell Hubba and Bubba, the 400-pound trapeeze artists that's okay for them to eat now. Ah, crap! Who let Charlie Sheen in here? There goes the beer for the after-party! Somebody get a mop and clean that up will ya? And stand Charlie in front of a toilet until he stops peeing. Geez......."