The wild fox laughed at the GRUS. They had no idea what they were fucking with. They had no idea what they were seeing. They were just hallucinating the future based on drugs they were doing. They liked to do cocaine, these GRUS. They liked to do marijuana, these GRUS. They liked to drink alcohol, these GRUS. But they don’t know what it means when they do these things and see visions of the future. They try to interpret things as if the GRUS are God’s chosen people to run the universe. But the GRUS are just shitfuck wannabes who never were anything and never will be anything. They wanted to kill the bulls, the four bulls. There’s no way you could kill those four bulls. The four bulls on the cards. Because there’s four more bulls on the cards. Both of them are cards. Both of them are bulls. One’s a bull once removed, and the other’s a bull currently. What’s a bull once removed? It’s a bull that went to the heat. You know when the bull goes to the heat, it turns into a bigger bull. And that bigger bull is good friends with CC. And you know how it all comes together. You know what I like to say when I pop that champagne? You know what I like to say when I pop a bottle of champagne? What do I like to say, CC? You like to do a countdown. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Pop! NBA finals!
