Now, I didn't really know Fat Sam all too well, and I really didn't want to get to know him any better, neither - but Blousey seemed so down...What could I do? I set out to talk to Fat Sam and the gang. You know, none of these guys are bad...they just took a wrong turn somewhere. Someone pushes someone, someone pushes back, then someone else joins in, and suddenly, everyone's fightin' for reasons no one can even remember.
Yikes, here they come...I better lay low.