Yes, yes... "Chico has spoken." That's mostly what he does, you see. It's charming in its way, like an old Polish washingwoman, running her mouth about everyone's business while her husband's out boffing her sister.

Chico, these are the facts: I am cornering the market in receivers simply to fuck you as hard as possible. While you trot out a pair of rubes that get winded from the jog from the locker room to midfield and pray that Priest Holmes doesn't lose a few kneecaps in the battering he's going to take, I'll be sitting at the top of the heap, laughing into my khaffiyeh at the travesty of your misfortunes. As a humanitarian, I beg you to surrender and spare your children the humiliation of knowing their father as a broken man.