Ricky and I are both shooting from the hip and keeping it real, he in the jungles of America and I in the jungles of Africa. Metaphorically speaking in both cases, of course, because I'm more of a savanna cat.
Big point though, Ricky and I developed a system, THE system, that is so amazing it can be applied to problems as wide ranging as convincing hookers to let you pay them for sex or hunting wildebeest and other kinds of antilope. Don't believe me? Let me tell you people, I've had way more fresh-killed wildebeest than you can image. Have any of you people feasted on fresh wildebeest? I didn't think so.
So next time you mess with my buddy Rick you better be prepared to get a face full of claws and a bite to the neck. I'll make any of you pussies that put my bud Ricky boy down into my own little wildebeest bitch.
And don't think you're safe because you live in America. With my suit I can fly business class from Nairobi to wherever in America that 4got2wipe idiot lives and give him the wildebeest treatment. Just watch yourself 4got, lest you get a face full of lion claws. You won't think things are so brilliant when I rip your face off!