 None of that stuff in here, you two-ton Tyrone, you. You mail-order Casanova. Now look, dice head. One more squeak out of you and I'll wrap your ears around your neck like a muffler. Oh, yeah? How do you think I'm wearing them now? Look, puny, if you want to fight, I'm ready. No, don't call me puny. It just so happens that I know what that means. It's a small horse, ain't it?