"Oh, I heard what that vegetable had to say. Believe me; I plan on mashing him lumpless in the ring. I don’t care if hes Irish, potato, Famine, or deep fried butter on a stick. Im not taking his words lightly. His mind is fried if he thinks hes going to win. In fact, hes twice baked for even threatening me the way he did. Listen, Tater… You may have a big sack, but Im watching you. And I know you’ve got your eyes on me. Ill get to the root of your bad attitude. When you boil it down, I have more experience than your greasy skin. Bring your friends, bring whatever weapons a-peel to you, bring your girlfriend Julienne, for all I care. Yukon run but you cant hyde from me in that ring. "