Ah, Independence Day -- when we celebrate our human desire to throw off the shackles of tyranny... and eat 53 hot dogs in 12 minutes. Can't one of us fat Americans win this thing, just once? What would Vito say? (Nevermind: we know what he would say.)

This is also the time of the year we like to play with combustibles until we reqiure hospitalization -- kind-a like these blokes across the park from us.

Stuff like this never happened in Brooklyn, right Frylock? I mean, stuffing a cinderblock with sparklers sounds about as sane as pouring gasoline over the sidewalk and lighting it. Nobody does stuff like that!