When I finally get through cleaning Max's broken clock, those Mexican dogs will have nothing to do but cringe in shame and slink away in disgrace, their tails tucked away, because Max is lying. Why can't Max just tell the truth in a straightforward way without trying to incriminate me at every step? That is not how it happened. Needless to say.
But how mean of me to say that? Am I not supposed to turn the other cheek and not take a Christian brother all the way to the courthouse? But if you want war....
