He is not God.
There is a man that say he is the Maradona but I tell him of that this can only be in names because for there are only one Maradona. He cannot found his way home and follows me everywheres, complainining of aloneliness. His cologne smells of Raid also.
[Locked to Francis]
ENCULÉ, QU'EST-CE QUE VOUS AVEZ FAIT?!?!?!
[Locked to Luciano]
Where are you? I do not like you at all! but... there is a something that needs to be done.