Walk very softly, motherfuckers.  Very softly.  You have finally exceeded my abuse threshold.  If you wish to continue living, stay away.  Very far away.  Your lives and mine hang in the balance, and I care nothing for my own.

Pat the Rat, I suggest a move to Arizona.  Closer to your Mexican ancestors.

And take your fat, stupid wife with you.  The both of you can toddle around in the desert sunshine, rotting away, far away from me, a man you made an unnecessary enemy.  All I sought was friendship.  You repaid me with treachery.  There is a price for that, and you will pay it.  Actually, you're paying it now.

Fat Linda, you're on your own.