Perhaps yea well perhaps I should have but,

Perhaps yea well perhaps I should have but, you know, I'm not some kind of, you know, and anyway, where were you? Where were you when this was all going on and it all happened?

owski was a Polish disc jockey who was my arch nemesis. Satisfied? Now you know. I'm seriously sick of you butting into my personal business because you want to know who my

great uncle was. Do I know? Not really. There have been all sorts of stories about him. He was like the late Keith Moon in the way he destroyed hotel rooms and we are banned from

several large hotel chains and all the local hotels and motels for 7 generations. So, you always need to register with a fake name and don't use your real credit card with a real n

ame and that's how you and your disgusting coworkers can bang despite the international health crisis going on. Hotels are festering mounds for hosting affairs, and they must burn.

And that's why we at Motel 6 have decided to burn all our buildings to the ground. Well, that and the insurance. Oh dear, we've said too much. Is this mic on? Oh well,

we'll just have to make sure we set the recorder on fire, too. The Motel 6 staff would like to thank you all for your patience and recommend exiting the building before the fire

consumes you and your firstborn. Mother of Christ! The Motel 6 evacuation meant I wouldn’t get a complimentary continental breakfast. I spun the manager around and saw his face was

mostly melted to the left. I could hardly bare to look at him. But my complimentary breakfast was on the line. "What arrangements have you made about breakfast?" He died instead.