Taz: Berate Hulk Hogan.


Look at you, you filthy degenerate piece of mat scum. You've given yourself up, and the rest of the world onlooking is putting you down. Your locomotive trend of others treading by your heel is as unctuous as the al dente grain worms you put onto the masses.

You will fall, and if you're not tossed by the harshly-gripping and unceremonious hand of the two above, then you yourself will relay a clean finish to the slate of this world and the next.

The go-away heat just keeps getting hotter for you.