Banta: "I`m going to become a lion tamer." Santa: "That`s crazy, you don`t know nothing about no lion taming." Banta: "Yes I do!" Santa: "Well, OK, answer me this. When one of those lions comes at you all roaring and biting, what you gonna do?" Banta: "I`ll take that big chair they all carry, and I`ll stick it in his face until he backs down." Santa: "Well, what if the lion takes that big paw, and hooks the chair with them big claws, and throws that chair out of the cage? What do you do then?" Banta: "I`ll take that whip they all carry, and I`ll whip him and whip him until he backs down." Santa: "Well, what if that lion bites that whip with his big teeth, and bites it in two? What you gonna do then?" Banta: "I`ll take that gun they all carry, and shoot him." Santa: "Well, what if that gun doesn`t work? What will you do then?" Banta: "I`ll pick up some of the shit that`s on the bottom of the cage, and I throw it in his eyes, and I run out of the cage." Santa: "Well, what if there ain`t no shit in the bottom of the cage? What you gonna do then?" Banta: "You ain`t thinkin` none to clear - cause if that lion comes at me, and he throws the chair out of the cage, and he bites the whip in two, and my gun don`t work, there`s going to be some shit on the bottom of that cage. You can bet on that!" |