I'll answer that in a PM, Amos. To come shortly.

Bobert, Chongo is delighted with the trash talkin'. He says it makes for great promotion to stir up public interest before the fight. He asked me to tell you what he thinks about you and your Mom. I quote...

"Bobertz is about the lowest form of life ya can find anywheres...even in the Deep South...and that is sayin' a LOT! Has he ever used soap in his life? I figger probably not, coz most folks in his neck of the woods never even heard of soap, but I will be bringin' a care package for him and his whole family when I come to Memphis. In that care package will be a few bars of soap, a couple bottles of shampoo, a toothbrush, a roll of toilet paper, a tube of toothpaste, some Gillette razors, and some deoderants, plus a full instruction booklet explainin' how to use alla these things. This is assumin' Bobertz can read...and I think he can, seein' as how he's been postin' on the Net. This shows there is hope yet that this barely human character can rise to his full potential and maybe get a job sweepin' streets or diggin' ditches after he does."

"I figger the main reason Bobertz turned out so bad was coz his Mom was always out walkin' the streets at night, and she left him alone to be brought up by their coon hound. This explains why Bobertz is always sneakin' up behind people...apes...dogs...whatever. He wants to...well, no, I can't even bring myself to talk about it, it's so disgustin'."

"Anyways, it musta been his Mom's wild ways that caused the boy to go so far astray. That's what I'm thinkin'. It's sad...but I will pound some sense into his fool head and set him onto a better path in life when we meet at the Jailhouse Rock on the grounds of Graceland."