I read Tony’s lips prior to him getting rung, someone alert Jomboy…
“Kind Sir, may I speak with you for a moment? It seems to me that I’ve misplaced my contact lenses today but based on the mad hops my player demonstrated there, there is a possibility that carrots and rabbits are becoming friendly… finally.
As such, would you please reconsider your position here and let things fly? You know… bygones be bygones and all of that.
Just warm up the jambalaya and pass me the sourdough.”