You clock him on his headpiece and knock his ass out cold.

That's when phase two kicks in. l attack the structure, Wolvie-berserk style...

knock out the fuckin' pin, and bickety-bam-- the motherfucker's rubble.

Hence, no game show.

[ Coins Jingling ]

Ah, fuck!

[ T.S. ] You know that kid?

- l hope his pants get caught and a bloodbath ensues. - What is with you today?

l don't wish the kid harm, but his mother should suffer that horrific ordeal...

- so she'll learn how to manage her child! - Sort of a harsh lesson.

Man, there's not a year goes by...

that l don't read about some escalator accident involving some bastard kid...

that could've been easily avoided had some parent-- l don't care which one--

but some parent conditioned him to fear and respect that escalator!