I'm the old new me, I call it "Back To The Future." Name's not Michael though, but I am sly as a Fox and very McFly. No more trusting time, it's time to give fake characters the shakes, like my name's Harlem Parkinson. Been letting a lot of things slide, soft as pansy pie, but that's a wrap now and you can slate me on that. This ain't MLB so there's no need for three strikes, because in this sequel, like manure trucks I won't hesitate to shit on these Biff's.
