Salutations, my young, midget disciples. My name is Rabbi Farbergher, and I come, holding upon my muscular shoulders (lol buff priest), a most inticing package, with a bow. Now, my little rabid beavers, at the quarter moon, we shall all meet in Time Square, of New York, and feast upon some smokers and pancakes. Proceeding the aforementioned feast, we shall dawn our ceremonial robes, and find out how many commas I can fit in a sentence. Then we shall proceed to bring the message of the Dink to the world. All Praise the Lumpkin. Go forth and serve, wee ones.

Now that's comedy.