The hecking addendum

Wally: I suppose you're entitled to your—wait, why am I talking to you?

You're an inferior species! What could you know about taste?
You get excited by a pile of trash on a plate!
While I'm a space-time traveler, fabric unraveler,
Saving the patties in the past, but now I'm rapping ya!
That song's so bad that I can't even stand it!
Dispense with this nonsense at once. I demand it!
You all stand no chance against my power; don't try it!
Just sit there with your flappy beak shut, and be quiet!
Ventkid: Hold up, fish guts! You can't insult us! (The Ventkid crew!)

We're in no mood to hear (dolphin chirp) from you!
We're flying on the breeze, partying seven seas!
You got your nose on your head! (You blow up when you sneeze!)
(Hey, why's this guy so mean?) 'Cause he's older than a fossil.
All alone up in space. (Yeah, that must be awful!)
Margulis: Yar! Knock it off! You're making the movie too long!
Ventkid: Why don't you take us back in time so we can finish our song?
Wally: Fine.