<poem> Baron Von Sheldgoose: Are you trapped in a rock-bottom job? Feeling taken for granite? Moa: ...Yeah? Baron Von Sheldgoose: Well, my friends, no need to be blue, 'Cuz I have the answer for you! Moa: What's the answer? Baron Von Sheldgoose: You need a vacation! Moa: We...don't get vacations. Baron Von Sheldgoose: You don't get a vacation, you take it. You don't ask for a party, you make it, You don't get a real suntan, you fake it, You don't sit on your booty, you shake it! Moa 2: Come to think of it, I haven't had a vacation in 500 years. Moa 3: Let's party, boys! Baron Von Sheldgoose: Put up your feet, you need a vacation. Moa: Thanks, my feet are killing me. Baron Von Sheldgoose: Feeling thirsty? Have a drink! Why so stone-faced? Loosen up! It's sedimentary, don't you think?
Slip and slide into something more comfortable, you're on vacation! Moa: You only live once, dude, especially if you're eternal. Baron Von Sheldgoose: You don't sleep like a baby, you wake it! You don't cabbage a party, , you cake it! You don't sit on the earth, you quake it! You don't get a vacation, you take it!