It’s not my funeral if you fly off the handle because you have a chip on your shoulder and an axe to grind. I won’t sit on the fence or dodge the issue. I won’t fizzle out. I won’t crack up. No two ways about it, I’ll knuckle down and make the fur fly, I’ll go the whole hog and knock the spots off you and you’ll be a goner. You’ll kick the bucket. So face the music. You’re barking up the wrong tree. You won’t get the drop on me. I’m in cahoots with some people with the know-how. So keep a stiff upper lip and have the horse sense to pull up stakes. OK?
