>Pull the NXT face
>"Tell me... tell me you did not just say that!"
>Turn around on my chair
>He looks at me and yells at me to turn it off again
>"WHAT?"
>Again
>"WHAT?"
>He goes nuts and starts swearing
>"Stay worked, bro"
>By now he puts his hands on me
>I smile, knowing I'm fully within my rights to destroy this dude
>Hit him with a shoot Black Mass
>He drops down out cold
>Sit back down cross legged
>"Yeah barkeep... give me some Wheatley American Vodka"
