For all those who can't understand them...
...I'll attempt to write a transcript.
Foamy: ehehehehm, attention all! Thank you for coming to the first meeting of the Foamy Card Cult. Our first order of business is to discuss the success of the Foamy Card Cult.A corn up on the issues of the mate pee. A semi people SO IF YOU GOT ANY PROBLEMS, telleeow.
Squirrel1: OMG, everything's going on the cards until I gots a paper cut show show lots I had to go to the hospital and had tonsils removed before appendix exploded and splattered my inner face all over the wall like a dead satan's baby credit.
Foamy: Yeah, yeah, uh-hum, that's great, yeah. Play with your baby credit thing satan satan. But it seems there's a lack of international correspondance. Why is that Blayblay? Blayblay!
Squirrel2: Right uhm, it seems them pips overseas don't have the proper stamps to do the whole self addressed stamp envelope thingy. In frankly they don't want to running around for blinging ant stamps when they have frank nudity in its sewer kinesis.
Foamy: Damn this human body and it's destructive qualities!
Squirrel1: OMG, I sligin durn hateness with the fatness lady with the fancy suckings in the flack loffers inducted dock cookie cutter smiling and the flat kids lapp don't say they don't cookie cutter bag side effects. Side effects of the medication. Hatcha itititititit.
Foamy: We should ban all pill poppers from this cult.
Squirrel2: But aren't all those people on drugs these days? For no reason whatsoever.
Foamy: ahh this is true. Well no whatever it's our lack of outgoing mail. It seems requests for our cult cards are coming in faster than we can send them out. Let's check on the mail room shall we?
Germaine: Lick your own damn stamps you psycho.
Foamy: You are the weakest link!
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And then my head exploded.