Karl, okay..? It’s Karl. Yes, I’m the one who tried slipping the Mickey in the girl’s drink, alright? Amateur hour, right? But that Trixie seemed so doped out of her goard to notice.

That all sounds good and well, Allen, but my contract didn’t talk about this, and that vault girl shot the skin off my backhand. 

Don’t act all tough now, Bunny. This still ain’t over with.