Butters walks into a mens' room, and does his usual at the urinal. Right beforehand, he called a Bennigans. The phoneorder guy answers, but all he hears is Butters singing.
Phoneorder guy: MAY I TAKE YOUR ORDER?
Butters: Yes, mister. I'd like some mozzarella sticks, and some ribs.
PG: And what would he like?
PG: You know. Mr. Wiener?
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