‘And the idea was, the Kardashian goes to the nearest man and then he’d start poundin’ and hollerin’ and screamin’ and sometimes the Kardashian would go away. Sometimes she wouldn’t go away. Sometimes that Kardashian, she looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a Kardashian, she’s got… lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll’s eye. When she comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be livin’. Until she snares ya and those black eyes roll over white. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin’ and your bank account turns red and spite of all the poundin’ and the hollerin’ they all come in and rip you to pieces.’