It ain't hard to tell when success is starin' you in the face, cos that's when the sharks start circlin' and the mud starts flyin'. Yessir. So...I see that all the sharks and mudslingers and other scum like that are tryin' to torpedo my steadily advancin' ship of state, huh? Well, it ain't gonna work. I deny all these dumbass allegations and I defy the allegators! Do yer worst, ya bunch of bums! I will be sittin' back with a whisky in my hand and my tootsies up on the White House desk when you crummy bindle-stiffs will be warmin' a park bench or pearl-divin' at the local hash house. Yer just a bunch of losers. Specially that limp dick hillbilly, Bobert, who couldn't win a race for dogcatcher in a town so small that it ain't even got 4 corners. What a hick the man is. Hey, ya cornhusker...go back to harassin' the farm animals and shavin' yer face in the fryin' pan. Unlike you, I got work to do.

- Chongo