Fritz's transcription, for the blind (sponsored by WGBH in Boston—-read aloud in a deep voice):

So, like, in this comic Sang appears as an American Indian, for no fucking reason that I can figure out. And Bernard, I think (one of the chimps, at any rate... I suppose it might be Claude) is a cherub riding a swan and playing a trumpet.

Sang protests.

Bernard says, in French: "we are all the creatures composed of residue [shit]. you will see, when the large god of monkey comes and the loss of configurations [?] has your "civilization" simpering."

Sang complains some more.

Bernard replies: "you, my friend, are the true animal!"

Rob appears and declares himself.

Sang concedes that his situation could be worse.

Bernard agrees: "Yes, it could very well [be]. Now, close kisses it [the ass]!"