Get me fuckiing out of here

Can there be anything more fucking boring than walking around looking at a bunch of broken old vases with a man wearing a pup tent? I don't have a clue who this turkey is or why I'm here or even where I am. Maybe Turkey is right. Who the fuck knows. All I need is the fucking exit before I stuff that hat into his goddamn mouth. I gonna kill that fucking Junior for setting this up. I can't go, he whines. I gots to ride my tricycle. What a fucking putz.