Bobert ain't sent me the picher he promised neither. And he's a radical commie fascist fink who keeps the workers ground under the iron heel of his boots by keeping in Iron City, the rotgut of all beer. No bad guys have come to his house, because he would have told us, and for me to show up loaded down with guns and ammo and grenades and stuff and not have the baddie show up would be plumb embarrassing. So he just wants to make me look foolish by me being loaded to help a friend in trouble when the trouble ain't there. Then'll he'll try to grind me under his iron heel of oppression and then I might have to unholster my supersoaker and shoot him in the crotch.