Aw-ight! You damm freds jus' cumown. I'mowntellyuwat tho, jus' 'cause we soun' lacka buncha peacniks 'roun here.... well.... jus' don' let it fool ya, Bud.

Tweed wears a jenuine camiflodge cap from K-Mart or Wal-Mart or oneuhthemotherdamnmarts.... or mebbe it's from Buck n' Bass or sumplace. I dunno. But I seen pitchers ob him wearin' it own hiz website 'n I shorazhell woudn' wanna mess wid nobody wearin' thet hat. 'N Tweed got sum serus mojo thown at 'im by a ole woman in Mizzippi a fue week ago 'n he iz runnin' 'round actin' like sumbody haf 'is age. In fack, you kin see thet hat an' thet mojo gettin put own th' boy just by clickin' rat heer. He is very unperdictible rat now 'n I'd ruther step in a fireant bed than mess wid th' boy.

'N don' even think 'bout messin' wid King khandu. I mean, thinkaboutferuhminit, the boy lives in Mizzippi. He don't have t' live in Mizzippi. He duz it 'cause he wants to! Any damm body lives in Mizzippi of hiz own free will is way too damm crazy fer this ole boy t' mess with 'n I think you damm freds'd wanna be awful careful 'bout tanglin' wid thet feller.

But, if'n you boys don' wanna tek my advice 'n jus' skeedaddle on outta here, jus' cumown. We is reddy fer ya.

Yore's Truely

Bee-dubya-ell

('N the "Bee" jus' mite stan' fer "Bubba" 'n ya'll don' ever wanna mess wid nodambody named Bubba! Or even sumbody who mite be named Bubba!)