They try to get it.... I wont let them have it.... its my spleen..... I NEED MY SPLEEN!!!!! its important.... without it, i wont be able to go to the sunny side lane.... and Jesus wont greet me when hes signing music from the disco times..... you wont have it. never. its mine! my spleen! my disco music! i don't care if you are a superstar Jesus! i don't care! it is mine! an I shall call him Oliver, and he is mine. my cute little Oliver that signs of black men who sing of Jesus, and about Jesus who sings about organs that are for sale, that will be cut out, if your late on the payment... and then the repo man sings and cuts my Oliver... not my Oliver... i like my Oliver i love it so.... even if it is a traitor.... i saw Oliver singing to some other Jesus, not me.... he betrays me.... my Oliver... but i still love him.... he is MY Oliver.... who people worship... my Oliver...