“You watch that race?”
Heard about it. Exciting.
“American Pharoah. Good name.”
Dead-sort of name.
“Yeah. I want to eat that horse.”
“Braised. Onions. Whatever: gonna eat that fucker.”
To gain his horse power and equine strength?
“What? No. Fucker looks tasty.”
“Plus, I always wanted to eat something that gets fan mail. I once went down on Florence Henderson, but this is the real thing.”
I want to stop talking to you.