That is all.

No really, it is. Nothing more to say about the boy.

Watch though, he's got something to say.

Right, about, now---

Sid snaps his figures and instead of waiting for John to answer to the name , he goes and makes a ham sandwich with extra mayo and some American cheese.

Hi Sid, it's your boss speaking... Just curious here.. but going by your logic if I scream out the word "relevant" and YOU turn your attention to me, does that make you the word I've called out?

Yeah, maybe if this was 1952! Look at that wrinkled OLD FUCK! Look at that dizzy, wobbly fucking penguin! HA! Samuels serves a greater purpose than you right now, NotWorthyOfBeingMyTarget:Feder; you DO understand that, correct? His sexual preferences are of no concern to this mission. He is here to serve; something you'd fail in doing... and miserably so, I might add.

Believe in the lie, live in disbelief, and trust only in none

That you in there, Shaney boy? Ain't you the same cockblower that hired me to replace the Sid who you hired to replace the Sid before that? Funny; ya don't look the same to me but the same nonsense spills out your gullet.

Did you just claim to be the original Judas Iscariot? Did you follow it up by calling me old?

Damn, son, what a weak fuckin' strategy -- seems as though all those personalities in there have one thing on common -- no thought process.

Thank the almighty you ain't the dead weight dragging the Congregation down. Thank you, Theo Pryce you big dumb , for choosing this .

Now go make me a submarine:sandwich, :cockblower.