Well, it seems that my old buddy Ex-Foley and I finally get to settle our accounts... This pleases me... Many times I have wondered how things may have turned out if I hadn't destroyed the fed that GAVE you a belt before I took it away from you... I especially consider the 'revenge' you tried to get by sledge-hammering me in the BACK to give some old FART MY goddamn belt to be pretty amusing in hindsight...

I decided that while I was in the neighborhood, I'd test the mettle of your new 'hardcore' buddies... Sadly, they didn't pass the test, and I got to give your fat can a tiny sample of what you can expect when you and I do the Big Dance... 'Hardcore' they say... Heh. Y'know, I think I'll call you schlubs the Peach Posse... You know... Hard cored fruits that turn out to be the pits... Heh.

Now, sadly, the salad-days of the 'kinder, gentler Bobo' are behind us... This could be considered a warning, except that most of this sorry mob - and especially those that are pathetic and simple enough to believe that if enough feebs gather together, they can be comparable to the mighty Force of Prime Evil that is the Dark Stars - are too dense to take heed. Fine. If you want to delude yourselves into believing that a gang of losers can somehow protect each other from the cullings to come, by all means trot along that primrose path until the reaper man taps you on the shoulder... You see, TEN THOUSAND ants cannot take down ONE leopard, let alone a full PACK. You will learn this, and other harsh lessons, at my earliest convenience... But first I must attend to ManCactusLove the Flabby... And just so it's an even match - and by that I mean one man against however many of you slobs it takes to EQUAL one man - by ALL means bring whatever fellow O.G. you and the Peach Posse can spare... After all, nobody leaves empty-handed...

EVERYBODY gets a PRIZE...

Today's prize is a DUSTBIN that you can store the ASHES of your dead dream to oppose your BETTERS. And if you act now, I'll throw in a Dustbin Cozy handcrafted from GENUINE Ex-Foley Pelt...

You saw how well that Revolution went when I applied a Counter-Spin... It STOPPED.

You, Ex-Foley, shall enjoy a SIMILAR fate...

Considering your stellar career, that can be considered a FAVOR...

You're welcome... See you SOON.