I play this game in my head constantly.

Frownland: How much for this pack of gum, my good man?

Cashier: One dollar.

Frownland checks his pockets. They're empty.

Turning and raising a hand to his wispy chin in thought, he spies a poorly guarded bank across the street, right next to a nunchaku store.

He smiles.

A man walks into a bar.

man: give me a drink bartender

bartender: sorry we're all out

man: all out of drinks? you're a bar

bartender: not anymore

Frownland hires a prostitute.

She agrees to suck his dick.

He pulls a dick out of his desk drawer.

The Lion Sleeps Tonight over the lawnmower scene in Dead Alive. I'm probably going to Hell for finding this idea funny, but I'm okay with that.

Hawk and Elph on a roadtrip to Oregon

Siphoning gas, smoking grass, pounding ass

Blasting atonal yodelcore as they cut off a dude bro in a sportscar

Drinkin' juice in the hood

High fiving as they get a double blowjob from a hot traffic cop

Getting t-boned by a soccer mom in an SUV trying to get her screaming kids to shut the **** up

And thus ends their lives, in much the way their lives were spent; smashing into a woman that they didn't really love