Eat the lariat, brah. Stay down, little brah. The 12 Legions didn't raise no quitter. Nice hair, big brawn. Shame if somebody rearranged it. My hair! Do you know what product costs on Mount Oluges? Ah! What is... Oh, God, no. The batting ram is always ready. That ain't regulation, brah. Go see Rusty. [door creaks]