Danny Lome: Oh well isn't this just adorable? Jim Parsons little brother, who is somehow even more obviously flaming, believes that his words have minced something or another with my wife.

Your grade of hallucinogenics must be more MKUltra-esque than our own, because we're both still sitting here waiting for the boot to appear on our throats.

Danny Lome: Listen. Buddy. She's really getting antsy assed over here. I fear if you don't make a move soon, she's likely to not only kill you, but me as well. I promised her a fight with someone who could verbally stir the pot- and I wasn't jus talking about the way you tongue your dog's asshole. Your breath truly is horrid by the way. Could you please jus-