Little Happy Clouds

Its a couple hours after a big win against Chicago, and Viola is pissed.

"The game is broken. This piece of shit...c'mon Bruno you know it ain't right. I haven't thrown garbage like this since I was a little piss pants playing pee wee!"

Frank Viola and his Twins are getting slaughtered in a heated game of R.B.I. Baseball back in the Twins clubhouse. Tom Brunansky, the Twins lumbering power hitter and Viola's merciless opponent today, has chosen the NL All-Star team and by far the game's strongest squad, a classic jerk move.

"Aww Frankie," replied an unforgiving Brunansky, "you just don't have the stones for this. My fat man is about to go yard AGAIN."

"You subbed in Pedro Guerrero you sonfabitch?! With an 8 run lead? Where's Hrbek, this is BULLSHIT. There are RULES Bruno, you ugly gasbag."

Another Viola 65 mile per hour wobbler gets tattooed over the left field fence by Pedro. Andre Dawson and his 49 dingers comes to the plate to potentially end the game on account of the ten-run rule. Loser is on the hook for dinner.

"If Hawk goes yard its over, Frankie," ribs Brunansky. "And with that horseshit you're throwing we might as well call it and go hit the buffet."

Hard as he tries, Viola can't get his 8-bit forkball to drop. Dawson hits a towering shot, off of the 16-inch Zenith, and into Nintendo lore. Viola, enraged, tosses the controller.

Suddenly it all stops. Frozen game. Viola stomps off.

"Eff you Bruno. No fireworks, no buffet."