| I’m Owen Tillerman, the park manager
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| The park is filling up with trash
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| Yeah
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| I’m not dragging my butt back until you take my filthy stash
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| It’s my duty, it’s my job to keep the park clean and—
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| Oh my God!
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| This garbage got me screaming!
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| Okay, I just heard my voice, and it was loud—sorry
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| Manager to manager
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| I know we’e at a standstill
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| But I’m down in the dumps and you’re the only one
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| Who can take me to the promised landfill
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| You gonna help my associate, or what?
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| Associate?
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| Manager to manager I understand your fear. |
| I mean
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| I don’t mind that I smell like trash but you probably think it’s weird
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| Look, I’d really like to help you but this isn’t gonna work
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| My orders come straight from the mayor and he’s being such a… a penis-face
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| Why didn’t you just say jerk? |
| It would’ve rhymed
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| People have called us officious
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| 'Cause we find the minutiae delicious
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| That’s true
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| There’s gotta be a way around these jurisdictions
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| To bypass the penis-faced mayor’s dumb restrictions
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| Wait! |
| What if we find the right city statute to, you know (whistles)
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| Oh, you mean like a loophole?
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| That’s the best kind of hole
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| Manager brainstorm
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| What about Statute 8923?
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| That only applies to waste that is feces
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| What about Statute 6−30?
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| That’s from like a century ago
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| That’s about polio
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| Yeah, to stop the spread of disease
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| Silly, that only applies to citywide emergencies
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| I should have known that. |
| Wait
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| City Code 1839?
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| Oh my God, section five?
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| Paragraph eight
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| Yeah, fourteenth line
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| It clearly states
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| «In times of environmental crisis
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| The park manager is empowered with the licence
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| To protect health priorities
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| And supersede mayoral authorities.»
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| Manager to manager
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| I’m feeling so good about our plan
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| We just managed the crap out of that
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| And a loophole is the best kind of hole
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| I’m so good at helping |