coach mullins... i got birmingham on the phone... they want to talk to you....
"yeah, I'm a little busy, what can I do for you?"
"what the hell's going on down there mullens, we gave you our guy in the booth and everything. No way we let you get run over like this after what you did to alabama."
"It's this freaque EVANS. Never saw him coming, they are just killing our run game, nothing we can do to even up the rushing yards at this point."
"The hell there ain't mullens! we are authorizing the *pink grapefruit*!"
"now come guys, they don't even do that to cows.... you sure you want to..."
"shut up mullens, you pink grapefruit that kid or we will send in "the cleaner", and you will pumping gas at the nearest flying rucking J ... you hear me!"
"yes sir."
"and then you run that running qb back at them
afterwards. do it!"
"we'll take care of the ejections."