Mmm. Y’know, people come to me with their heads swelled up? Sorta like, a watermelon? And when they leave, they got a cantalope on their shoulders. ‘Swhy they call me the Melon Man.

You think that’s as big as you can get, on the cover of a magazine? Don’t you think there’d be more room in the stadium if you weren’t playing sold out shows?

Hair and makeup try to cover it up Leo, but I can see the blood in your veins. Let it out - spill it.