I'm glad I DON'T have that kind of pull! I could only imagine what would happen if I didn't pick the right people:
<early morning in far NW OKC when the doorbell rings>
<Clyde wearing a ba
throbe and clutching his Grand with BFF opens the door>
"Hello?"
<looking down, he sees two porcupines>
"Hey, what are you two doing way down..." <and stops short as one deeply inhales and turns around...>
<multiple whizzing sounds result>
<shot full of quills, Clyde falls down backwards as one of the porkys pulls the atomizer from his hand>
<the two porcupines jump into a high performance mini cooper bearing the Maine vanity plate "MODGOD" and speed off into the darkness>