You been walking around on your high horse bragging about organizational hierarchy, well what has it got for you so far old man?
Look, after two games, I really don't know what you were expecting. You need to just calm down. I don't need you ransacking my home because of a difference of opinion on baseball.
The year 1927 a young Franz Fitzman spends his first weekend in St. Louis...
On your knees you Cardinals loving whore!
Stop! My dad is US Marshall Stu Zaporitzwka!
And you say rent here is only 400 dollars a month? That seems amazingly cheap! And how did you say you knew my father?
Well you see, Ms. Fritzman, your father and I go a long ways back. I suppose he never spoke of his old friend Stu Zaporitzwka, but I've been owing him a favor for a long time now.
