*Gator sits somewhere in a deck chair, a fishing rod in hand. He casts the line far away with the Federweight Championship attached to the hook and sits patiently*

"Hope I catch a Kitt Kennedy. Or something bigger."

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Masked man, lots of saying "fuck", makes fun of Luca...

That's my gig. Sorry you haven't been around to see it.

I'm your huckleberry.

"Bitch you better sit back down before I roast your ass and feed half of Uganda with rump steak."

Oh wow, I don't even have to say it. This motherfucker right here is already getting set to eat my hairy ass.

"No you dense mother fucker, half of Uganda is set to eat your hairy ass. I'm just the chef. You should listen once in a while."

"So I noticed the competition around here is a little soft as of late...."

Calypso finds the same deck chair that Gator kept warm for him and has a seat. He brings his own BassMaster5000 that he just purchased from Dick's Sporting Goods a few hours ago. He ties the Federweight Championship to his fishing line and casts it out. He loses his grip and the BassMaster5000 flies into the water along with the title.

"Oh, baby Jesus!"

Calypso looks around real quick and dives into the water after his Federweight Title.

You're seriously going to serve a dish without tasting it?

Gordon Ramsey will fucking murder you for that.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Calypso waves his hands.... mystically...... Then realizes that he's not part of this conversation.

"Oh. You're still talking to Gator. Well, fuck that dude."

What in the duck is going on here?

NOW BE MY BITCH ASS HOLE!!!!!!!!!!