It seems that everyday, I have someone call me "yella" and hock a loogey at my boots. Like the fastest gun in the West, everyone wants a piece of MDS. They don't like my reputation, they don't like my attitude and they don't like my stunning good looks. I'll snake a player from you and then turn around and snake your woman. They don't call me the Million Dollar Sleeper for no reason. I am a living legend and I'm willing to prove it, against anyone and everyone. It doesn't matter if you're mean enough to hunt bears with a hickory switch. It doesn't matter if your lip hangs down like a blacksmith's apron. It doesn't matter if you're crazier than a run over coon. It doesn't matter if all you have under your hat is hair. It doesn't matter if your mustache smells like a mildewed saddle blanket after it had been rid on a soreback hoss three hundred miles in August. I'm taking on everyone and you could be next.