Oh my, the old fella's really got his blood up... End my reign of terror once and for all, eh? Heh. Better take a Xantac, Grampa... In fact, take two - they're small... Interesting that you compare me to cancer D.I.... Especially considering there's NO CURE, and it KILLS YOU... Perhaps a self-fulfilling prophecy? This pleases me...

I do take a degree of umbrage at your alluding that I might bring some of my 'henchmen', though... I'm sure they do as well, but I'm the first to address this ridiculousness... Bobo has NEVER needed ANY HELP to beat the sorrowful SLURRY from the shallow end of the gene pool that DARES to call itself WRESTLERS... Ever. Bobo does not resort to such tactics, as they are for lesser creatures such as Marines and mongrel dogs... Perhaps someone that has EXPERIENCED as much history as YOU could consider it before making wild accusations...

You see, Ancient One, I am something of a throwback... There was a time when a man could fight his own battles... Then they invented ARMIES... Two days later you SIGNED UP... Of course, it's probably a sure bet that you were a little old for a recruit back THEN, but who can argue with Maalox Moxie? Heh. You probably swung a mean donkey's jawbone too, I'll bet... But I digress....

Now, as I said, you bring alot of experience to the ring... Not that it's gonna help, mind you, but the facts of the matter are they just don't teach you how to confront such as I in BOOT CAMP... In fact, most of the guys that COULD give you insight on what it's like to fight me are in BOOT HILL... You'll be able to chat with them in due time, though... Four and a half days, by my count.... Get ready, Jarhead... There's finally an end in sight to your long useless life...

It's the turnstile to Bobo's Wild Ride! Strap in -  and wave FAREWELL...

You're welcome.... See you SOON.