Heba daba dee ba do, Fat Albut! My God, you sound like fucking Mushmouth, you pissant little shit. Speak like a fucking white man, you certainly still have some of that fighting deep down in your wigger soul, don't you?

Who am I talking to? I'm talking to you, you dolomite piece of shit. The best part of you was left in the backalley stuck to the coathanger.