l'd do it, but l pulled my back out humping your mom last night.
You clock him on his headpiece and knock his ass out cold.
That's when phase two kicks in. l attack the structure, Wolvie-berserk style...
knock out the fuckin' pin, and bickety-bam-- the motherfucker's rubble.
Hence, no game show.
[ Coins Jingling ]
Ah, fuck!
[ T.S. ] You know that kid?
- l hope his pants get caught and a bloodbath ensues. - What is with you today?
l don't wish the kid harm, but his mother should suffer that horrific ordeal...
- so she'll learn how to manage her child! - Sort of a harsh lesson.
Man, there's not a year goes by...
that l don't read about some escalator accident involving some bastard kid...
that could've been easily avoided had some parent-- l don't care which one--
but some parent conditioned him to fear and respect that escalator!