“So, dude, these sciency places are where Tea Party types are born?”
“WhaAAAAat?!?”
“WhaAAAAat what, dude? Where do these dudes ‘n chicks work?”
“Um … a laboratory?”
“‘Zactly! Labor – A – Tory. If that ain’t a maternity ward for conservative types, what is?”
“Dude?”
“Yeah?”
“Ya talk funny. What you say this place be again?”
“It be laboratory. What’s yer point?”
“Belabor – A – Tory. Ain’t where they bear ’em, it’s where they beat up on ’em. Happier now?”
“Right. Yer tellin’ me that these ‘laboratory’ places are ‘be’-hives?”
“Dude. Them things ‘re yellow jackets. They’ll sting ya if’n ya look at ’em cross-eyed. Be careful.”
“But what if I ain’t a bee?”
“Gnarly. Go ‘head an’ walk out in front a that truck. An’ see if’n I care.”
“Ya mean, like Congress?”
“Du-UUUUUUUUUUDE!!“