Hello ladies and gentlemen, Steve Harvey here. Welcome to my show.
*inhales*
Whoa, not so fast, Steve
We got a surprise guest for you!
Why don't you take a look at the monitor, buddy, and see who's skyping in?
Oh man. Now what the heck could this be?
Steve, say hi to Mrs. Brockfield, your first grade teacher!
*intense emotion*
Man, that's my first grade English teacher Mrs. Brockfield...
She used to teach me when I was a child. Most of you you don't even realize, this woman used to teach me.
Oh, but that's not all, Steve.
Oh man, what is this?
We also found, from your elementary school,
the old janitor guy who used to come in and mop the floors at the cafeteria.
Oh!
S L A P P
S L A P P
That was my janitor! He used to come into the cafeteria—
most of you don't remember this—he used to come into the cafeteria and he'd clean up...
He used to take out his mop and he'd mop up milk on the floor at my school!
But that's not all, buddy;
we managed to track down the exact mop that that janitor used to clean up the milk in your cafeteria!
Bring it out, fellas!
*physically abuses wall*
*exhales laboriously*
That's that mop that he used to use!
I've seen you with that mop, man! I remember that mop!
Used to be a lot more milk in that mop...
*sobbing*
Hold on, Steve. I know it's a lot but we got one more surprise for ya.
Bring it on out. (SOMEONE STOP THIS MADMAN)
What's that
What is that?
Steve, that is the exact puddle of milk that you spilled in first grade that the
janitor mopped up all the way back from when you were a child!
*The music crescendos as Steve dies*
Women are bad and god is good!
