[Funky looks down quietly... and then gives him a banana.] Dude, you must embrace your inner banana. I can sense that your own inner banana is brown, wilted, and smell like gym socks. If you remember anything about me, dude, remember this. To deny the inner banana's qualities of love, happiness, and having a righteous time is to embrace the way of the kremling, which is so non-non-heinous.

I have to go now, dude. I can't help you anymore. [He gets a distant look in his eye as he looks into the sky.]