[Skit: Kid, Uncle Red]
Uncle Red, will you tell me a bedtime story, please?
Yeah, here we go

It was a rainy night in Georgia
When the shipment was coming in
And after I shot him dead
I said, "Nice doing business with you, friend."

Now you aren't misunderstanding me, are you?
*Kid crying*
I sure hope
No!
Well, let me make things clear for you
Your uncle sold dope
Yay!

I mean, I sold dope to everybody
Preachers, teachers
Motivational speakers
In my day, we called it reefer

We had a fleet of submarines
We had a fleet of fifty boats
Where you think Iggy Pop got his coke?
*Snoring noises*
Your uncle sold- aw, damn
I ain't even get to finish!
It works every time
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Goodnight, hero