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发帖数: 942 | 1 the LSU coach was having a clandestine meeting with the Lord of the
Underworld.
Satan: Les, Les, Les. When we made this deal I never told you that it was an
all-you-can-eat buffet. You can't keep dipping into the well for me to bail
you out of your mistakes. No soul is worth this much.
Miles: Excuse me, sir, but that was simply my damn fine team winning a
football game with tough play out there in front of a great crowd.
Satan: Really? Even though you once again botched the end of a game and
would have lost if I hadn't poked a couple of Tennessee players with my
pitchfork and prompted them back on the field?
Miles: But that was our plan. We wanted to snap it quickly to catch them
with too many men on the field.
Satan: Les, this is me you're talking to, not some dumb media guy. We both
know what happened. But that's it. No more. You have to do it on your own
from now on. Our deal is off. Try generating some offense. Here's a number
for you — try to gain 666 yards.
Miles: This season?
Satan: No, in a game.
Miles: Your name again was?
Satan: Do you even look at the clock during the games? I'm outta here.
Miles: Have a nice day. |
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