Caught wind of a new TB. A CITO shovel. Well if that doesn't just get my legs a movin' and my lungs a whalin'.........;
Burnt Turtle: [begins to chant rhythmically] Well sir, there's nothing on Earth like a genuine, bona-fide, electrified, six-car CITO-shovel! What'd I say?
[points at midwesthunter]
midwesthunter: CITO-shovel!
Burnt Turtle: What's it called?
Tcross8361, KandiMinion: CITO-shovel.
Burnt Turtle: That's right, CITO-shovel!
[runs up to the stage, the crowd begins chanting]
Crowd: CITO-shovel. CITO-shovel. CITO-shovel.
[continues underneath those who speak]
bleeding_heart: I hear those things are awfully loud.
Burnt Turtle: [playing the piano on stage] It glides as softly as a cloud.
GC4MB: Is there a chance the track could bend?
Burnt Turtle: Not on your life, my Hindu friend.
2RottenPears: What about us brain-dead slobs?
Burnt Turtle: You'll be given cushy jobs.
DTCnMM: Were you sent here by the devil?
Burnt Turtle: No, good sir, I'm on the level.
CrimeFighter89: The ring came off my pudding can.
Burnt Turtle: Take my pen knife, my good man. I swear, it's Springfield's only choice! Throw up your hands and raise your voice!
Crowd: [singing] CITO-shovel...
Burnt Turtle: [speaking] What's it called?
Crowd: [singing] CITO-shovel...
Burnt Turtle: Once again!
Crowd: [still singing] CITO-shoveeeeeeeeeeeeeeel!