A highschool football team would save my small town. They’d be throwing footballs bursting open the cage locks to free the townsfolk and I’d be like I ain’t taking no help from no damn footballer.
You get on back where you came from boy. Ain’t nobody in this cage wants to be indoctrinated by no footballer. Thanks for opening it though, if you don’t have any carrots for this cage bunny then our business is concluded. You got carrots do you? I suppose I could join your forces, I know an awful lot about chemistry. I can make you the big fire. My life for you carrot.