I like that Cryin Knox is all high-minded now. I can just see him walking onto the set and declaring, "No. I absolutely will not work with her." Seriously Cryin', when did you ever have a say in which whore you went limp on? Did you get to choose who pissed on you in RB3? Of course not. You're desperate for your meth money; if Jim Powers told you to stand under a Shetland pony while he emptied his bladder on you, you'd do it for enough money. That's how disgusting a human being you are.
In this order: detox, wash your hair, get a real job, and eat some broccoli instead of inking it on your chest.
Silly Leprechaun, I'm gonna punch you in your pudgy stomach.