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[Jacked Up Tavern, parts unknown]

tatumbar

Jack Tatum: Lotsa laughter coming from you two clucking hens. What’s so damn funny?

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Kimo von Oelhoffen: Just shootin’ it, Jack. Don’t worry your pretty little head and keep the drinks coming. But, yeah, I think we got a crazy one on our hands here.

Jack Tatum: Yeah?

Kimo von Oelhoffen: Guy tried to take out his own quarterback in practice. HIS OWN GUY! THE STARTER! That’s cold-blooded, kid. I mean, you already got Brady. That alone is enough to earn free drinks here for life. But your own guy? Shoot, it’s like you’re trying to make all of us look bad.

pollard

Bernard Pollard: Ha, should’ve seen that bitch’s face. “Ahhhh! What’re you doing! It’s just practice, mannnnn!” [Laughs, takes a shot] Boy done shat he drawers. [Makes farting sound, laughs again] Don’t know what he so worried about. Already got his fat-ass contract for one year of sucking Belichick’s dick. Acts like he actually has a career to ruin.

Kimo von Oelhoffen: Still, I gotta give it to you for even going for that score.

Bernard Pollard: Pfft. Ain’t no thang.

[Door flies open]

riversface

Philip Rivers: Ya betta ask somebodddddddaaaaayyyyyyyy!

Which one of you swizzledicks destroys quarterbacks on demand? THE FLOATMASTER GENERAL WANTS TO KNOW!

Kimo von Oelhoffen: Who’s this dude?

Philip Rivers: NO ONE’S TALKING TO YOU, COCK VON BULOW!

Bernard Pollard: Oh, I recognize this boy. He been ducking me so far, but I’mma have his ACL on my wall one of these days.

Philip Rivers: ALL YOU’RE GETTING IS DICK ON YOUR VAGINAL WALLS UNLESS YOU LISTEN THE FUCK UP! During a break from preaching the sweet, sweet abstinence faith, I took a gander at the Chiefs schedule. And I noticed you shitstacks play the Giants AND the Steelers this year.

Bernard Pollard: And?

Philip Rivers: And it’s bad enough I have to see the those twin Plaxico fuckers, Benetrator the Rapistberger and Billy Ripken Manning win, Super Bowls, but now they get mammoth contracts in back-to-back years too. NOW ONE OVERSHADOWS KING PHILIP THE LASERFACED, GLEAMING GEM OF THE ’04 DRAFT! That’s why I gotta come to this NFL version of the Mos Eisley bar, ’cause our defenders aren’t ruthless enough, or they aren’t roided up enough anymore. Shit, I forget we have a defense half the time.

Bernard Pollard: So you need these guys got?

Philip Rivers: Like Tiny Darren needs to sit on a phone book to drive.

Bernard Pollard: Gonna cost you.

Philip Rivers: [Drops gold ingot on the bar] I DON’T DEAL IN NO GREENBACK SHIT!

Bernard Pollard: I think we can work something out.

Philip Rivers: Excellent. Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s sex going on out there outside the bonds of hopeless marriages! NOT ON MY MORALIZIN’ WATCH! [Runs out, pushes over trash can by door]

Jack Tatum: You really gonna take this guy’s money? A quarterback from a division rival?

Bernard Pollard: His money as good as anybody else’s. Plus, I still got his ass. Tomlinson don’t block for shit. I’mma have me floating ribbons of that fucker’s ligaments.

Kimo von Oelhoffen: Yeah, I still wear a piece of Palmer’s on this necklace.

Bernard Pollard: Yeah, I saw you dip that shit in your drink.

Kimo von Oelhoffen: It makes it better! I don’t know why!