wheeling and thrusting a black gloved fist into the air.
i see you rolled your way into the semis. deos mio, man. seamus and me, we're gonna fuck you up.
let me tell you something, bendeco. you pull any your crazy shit with us, you flash a piece out on the lanes, i'll take it away from you and stick it up your ass and pull the fucking trigger til it goes "click".
you said it, man. nobody fucks with the jesus.
what's this "day of rest" shit, man?!
what is this bullshit, man? i don't fucking care! it don't matter to jesus! but you're not fooling me! you might fool the fucks in the league office, but you don't fool jesus! it's bush league psych-out stuff! laughable, man! i would've fucked you in the ass saturday, i'll fuck you in the ass next wednesday instead!
he makes hip-grinding coital motions as o'brien leads him away.
you got a date wednesday, man!