I'm alright.

I'm a grown man.

I can handle them.

Matt, you're going.

You're gonna be.

And in this drawing, clipping his toenails, maybe Rto break.

You can't have my corn bread.

That's the damn show.

If you try to take my comrade part two of my killing spree going, begin up in here on your way is right now thinking about my corn bread making to taste out your mouth.

That's the damn sure.

Now, fuck him.

Fuck that.

Because I'm from New York City, God damn it!

Nobody take no call red for me, Not go for you and any of you motherfucking farmers Want to try some shit?

You fuck around with me, You're gonna be consequences and repercussions that way.

I appreciate you going through all the trouble over my corn bread.

You don't get a lot of compliments around here.

Great.

Thank you.

Made your point.

Whatever.

That is now A good time with Italian over.

No cooling bread, man.

No mouth.

Ah, no.