The Hoff is on the line.

The Hoff: My little hamburger, where have your gone.
The Hoff: I am looking for you and you are not there….where did you go?
The Hoff: Have you found someone else….look everyone she has abandoned us…where
is our little juicy burger. I miss her buns.
The Hoff: I called my family in Germany….they live in Germany because I am so big in Germany they don’t have to pay for anything…like Jerry Lewis’s family in France…why
have we not heard from our burger in the last ten minutes
The Hoff: Mi amour…I love your sweet sweet pickles.
The Hoff: I hope I have not overstepped my place….but your buns seem so tasty
The Hoff:
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
The Hoff: I as sorry but I am so very sad when I think someone else is tasting your hot meat between your sweet tasty buns.
The Hoff: I am sorry if I am talking too much….but it is 3 in the morning and I don’t know where my little burger is……