Dante: "I'm stuck in this pit, working for less than slave wages, working on my day off. The bleepdamn steel shutters are closed. I deal with every backward-assed bleep on the planet. I smell like shoe polish. My ex-girlfriend in catatonic after bleeping a dead guy. And my present girlfriend has sucked 36 dicks."
Dante: "My life's in the bleepter right now, and if you don't mind, I'd like to stew a bit."