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 *****!
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.
