Hey, Billy.

“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.