Listen up, Pilgrim. The Rapper taught me everything I know about actin' and bein' a real man, like in The Green Berets or True Grit. Before I met him I was a wussy livin' in San Diego and sippin' expresso, arguin' about poetry and existential physics. Then he introduced me to huntin' and guns and ridin' horses and the REAL America and turned me into a real man.

You listen to him, Pilgrim, or I'll come down there and kick your butt from a little southeast of Nome clear to the sands of Iwo Jima, ya hear?