traffic cone and bloopers

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me I was supposed to record his lines, and I had already done it, but my microphone hadn't arrived by then, so let's go. I don't think he has a lot of lines for today. Traffic cones. Okay. I don't want to do this. I really don't, because I can't, but who am I to judge? Okay. Oh. I'm kidding. I'm sorry. Hey, kiddo. Oh, my God. I can't. Okay. What the fuck? Hey, kiddo. Glad you woke up. The others haven't woken up yet. I'm Traffic Cone. Wasn't it just raining like a minute ago? That's it. That's it. What? Okay, bye.