A rainy day in the Pacific Northwest... Pete Carroll had just finished signing the receipts for the latest shipments of Adderall...
He leaned back in his chair, put another piece of bubble gum into his mouth and started chewing furiously.
His mind raced a mile a minute as he pondered the state of his football team: "Let's see... I have a team that is 2 games up on the rest of the division. My D is stout, my RB is a stud... What hole do I still need to address on this squad? Hmmm, I still don't have a back-up QB who plays like a Mini-Me of my height-challenged star QB, so that if said QB goes down, I don't have to change my whole frikkin' offense... Oh no! What am I gonna to do?"
The phone rang.
Carroll: "Hello? Hey Jim, what's up? What?? You are going to give me what?? <A pause as he picks his jaw up from the floor> "You will do that for me? And I thought that you hated me... Seriously dude, what's your deal?" <Hangs up the phone, and breaks into his best imitation of Dr. Evil's laugh>