NOTHING WOULD BE SWEETER...

[DEERSPINE GUY]

WELL, MAYBE I COULD THINK OF A FEW THINGS....
BUT TONIGHT, NOTHING WOULD BE SWEETER,
THEN TO SEE BRADY WALK OFF THE FIELD AT 0:00 WITH HIS HEAD HANGIN LOW, LOOKING AT HIS FEET.


AGAIN!!!

[DEERSPINE GUY]

I WANT THEM WINGS HAUNTING HIM FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE.