When you pick on anyone here the way you tease Mbo, it makes me want to run for the hills. Maybe it doesn't bother him or anyone else but I've had to eat so much of that sh*t that I get a bad taste in my mouth, whoever's plate it's headed for, and I don't care if they ordered it either, you don't have to serve it as the house special.

And I love you all too much to leave, now.

So please remember, when you make a sh*t sandwich for your Mudcat friends, that I can smell it from here.