Slowly process the understanding that the unstoppable faction of Mister Ed, the High Chief, the Cerebral Heel, the resident redneck, and the unmentionable posse of barnyard dwellers (UPBD, as I prefer) is willing to perform a Broadway to ensure the Booker's office remains occupied only by cobwebs.
I ain't so sure 'bout them "boys" of yers, hombre. The Padre (as I prefer) seems to be gettin' down with how sharp he looks in the black dress shirt and white collar ensemble I purchased him at the local Salvation Army outlet. Mine, however, are dastardly enuff to bring that cheap heat and assist in a complete burial of yer career, hombre. At no charge to the redneck account to boot! Now, those are some "boys"!
But, hey, thanks fer the welcome back, former Game Czar. A certain member of the Unmentionable Posse of Barnyard Dwellers wishes to extend an extra special howdy yer way.