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Duration: 58.8s

Well, that comes later, Matthew, when the money's in escrow. Now that we've established the dilemma of our protagonist, let us turn to our antagonist. Many miles away, across the open plains, another beautiful feral beast lopes his way to a watering hole. Who are you talking about now? I talk, Raymondo, of Dry Eye. Oh, Dry Eye. What is he? Chinese? Japanese? Pekingese? Get on your fucking knees? Dirty dragon filth. ♪ Yellow is the color Gambling is the game ♪ He explodes on the scene like a millennial fucking firecracker. Bang, bang, bang. [shouting] You chee-bye motherfuckers! [Raymond] I'm gonna have to stop you right there, Fletcher. That doesn't sound like the Dry Eye I know. Just making sure you're paying attention, Raymond. So let's cut instead to a somewhat anticlimactic but suave and debonair Dry Eye, like a Chinese James Bond.