What's wrong with the two of you? Are either of you backing up and listening to this shit?

Caliban, you have that tape tied so tight around your hands and wrists that you can't even close a fist, let alone hurt somebody or throw an uppercut. At least Frodo can throw uppercuts--



--and, well, so can everyone else in the world. Frodo, you cock, are you really bringing up an uppercut multiple times in the same fucking conversation as if anybody or their mother can't get lucky with an uppercut? I could hire some five year old kid to come and uppercut your stumpy, nagging, whimpering ass and you know what? -- Ya just might end up out cold. Anyone can get lucky with an uppercut against somebody who has a fucking marshmallow jaw.

I feel like finding you two at the next show and just hog tying you both, dragging you into my locker room and calling a gang of ass bukakke bros and paying them $3,000 -- no, fuck that they'll demand more like 10 grand for your disease ridden asses -- and just stand back and watch while they cum all over your faces and you two bitches still keep arguing with each other over uppercuts.

I may be a saved man; I may be a past sinner and Eli James IV may have brought me a long way, but I warn you. . . . . . I've still got a long way to go before I can stop myself from letting my jaws clamp down around the throats of the sacrificial lambs such as yourselves. I'm trying -- I'm trying hard, guys -- but there's only so much I can control. May I suggest you both start praying that I forget you exist-- ?

And by that I mean drop down to your knees, and I mean right now. Beg whatever power it is that you believe is greater than yourselves; be it a god, devil or phallus.