Doc snatches a cigar from the case and sparks a light from his finger tips. He takes a delicious, long drawl from that Honey Cuban that would make Ron Jeremy take a knee.

He looks up to Father Slathe with s sparkle in his eye...

I'm sure you ARE warriors, Father. Thing is, we're KINGS, remember?

Your Television Title is probably safe; even after my threats I doubt I'll even wish to spend the time working THAT hard for a shot at the UNIVERSAL Title. After all, I probably just have to ask for one and I'll get it. I appreciate you just wandering in here and providing the smoke, very much, but I think the door is waiting for you...