It's Hard to Argue When You Won't Stop Making Sense

Hey. Listening to Snow Patrol (hence the title) right now. I'm a little bored, a little tired, and a little hungry. But that's life. And sometimes life can be an epic fail.
I get to go my g-parents this weekend (doesn't it seem like I'm ALWAYS there? Ha ha.) yippee.
I get to see 3 of my cousins, my aunt, and uncle. We're delivering Girl Scout Cookies! Yummy.
So, might as well give a little bit of advice to the people, in the form of a Mr. Goose Episode.

#2: Love on the Lake (NOT!)

Mr. Goose landed on a pole after his epic scary sadistic child attack. He panted then saw a lovely little swan on the lake below.
"Why, hello there," he thought. He swooped down and honked and quacked until he tried to get her attention. Attempt one= fail.
He tried again. Attempt two= fail.
And again. Attempt three= EPIC fail.
Finally, she DID turn around. And she wasn't a swan.
She was a piece of cardboard.
"BY GOD, WE GOT ONE!" someone shouted. Huh, Mr. Goose thought. Then the net hit.
"HONK HONK QUACKY HONKY QUACK HONK!" he screamed at the top of his goose lungs. It was no use. They didn't care. Then he heard whispers.
"It's a GOOSE. From CANADA." one whispered.
The other whispered "Canada? SERIOUSLY?"
The first whispered "And goose-like. Pitieous."
The second whispered "Well, we CAN just eat him..." and while they were talking, Mr. Goose bit his way through the net.
"HONK QUACK!" he yelled, roughly translating to "See ya suckers!"
Then he flew away.