Oh yeah? Uh… well, we didn’t need your dumb old bowling congress anyways! We’ll build our own amusement park, with blackjack and hookers! In fact forget the amusement park and the blackjack! Aw, forget the whole thing.
Man, I never knew Milwaukee would act like a scorned wife when a wood-paneled station wagon smelling of stale cigarettes and old Funyons rumbled and backfired its way out of town.
On second thought, I guess it does all make sense.