Danny, rope the dope; give em the old one two three; slug em in the kisser, pound the poor bastard to smithereens.
Anthony Mundine, what can we do with him? Tie him to the mast and then flog him. Keelhaul him till he’s saner. Shave his belly with a rusty razor. Give ‘im a hair of the dog that bit him. Put him in the bilge and make him drink it.