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hwp Billy?
Get number three up now.
And dont come in to eat
before you do.
And check the other two!
Make sure theyre wired up good!
I dont want em blowing over
again at the first big wind.
Lot of good theyre doing.
Billy, you been messing
with the post-puncher?
No!
I told you what would happen...
if you screw around
with this thing.
I said I didnt!
"l dont want em
blowin down again."
Big wind, my ass.
Youre the only big wind
out here.
Jacky!
You been messing with the damn
post-puncher again, huh?
No.
Billy, you little asshole!
Why dont you rat yourself out
for a change?
-What did I do?
-You little butt sniff!
I ought to come out there
and kick your ass!
You wish!
Yeah, go on, Mac. Go bite him
in the ass for me, Mackie boy.
God, would you shut up?
Jacky!
Jacky!
Jacky!
Jacky!
-What?
-I dont know.
What?
Help!
Billy!
Help! Help!
Where are you? Billy!
Daddy!
Billy!
Let go! Help me, dad!
-Billy!
-Help! Help! Help!
-Billy!
-Help! Dad! Help me!
Billy!
Stop it! Let go!
-Billy!
-Daddy!
Billy!
Help!
Bannon Bantams! Bannon Bantams!
-Go!
-Louder!
-Go!
-Louder!
Go Bantams! Yeah! Whoo! Yeah!
Tough as nails, hard as rocks!
We are Bannons fighting cocks!
Fighting Bantams,
tough as nails!
Bow down now or kiss our tails!
Out for blood,
were lean and mean!
Bannon Countys death machine!
Bannon Bantams! Bannon Bantams!
Go Bantams!
Bannon Bantams, power and might!
Bannon Bantams,
fight, fight, fight!
Incoming!
Bannon Bantams, were the word!
You dont mess
with a mighty bird!
Down the court
well clean your clock!
Better not mess
with the fighting cock!
Bannon Bantams, Bannon Bantams!
Go Bantams!
Bannon Bantams, wings of steel!
Bannon Bantams,
kill, kill, kill!
Who was that? Dont even ask!
Big bad Bantams kick your ass!
Bannon Bantams, Bannon Bantams!
Go Bantams!
Go!
Go Bantams!
We are the champs!
We are the champs!
Tough as nails, hard as rocks!
We are Bannons fighting cocks!
How long can they keep this up?
Forever. They have a fight song
with the word "cock" in it.
Why arent you sitting
with your honey?
Bannon Countys death machine!
Someone should tell him he just
won the state championship.
I have a feeling
he didnt get to play enough.
Well, shouldnt you be
sitting with him?
After a game, he says
he needs to be with the guys.
Youd kill
his post-game bus high.
Basically. If they lose,
its a totally different thing.
Cant pry him off me.
Shit.
OK, everybody sit down.
Sit tight.
Son of a bitch!
What in the hell
would you call that?
I dont know,
but whatever it is...
its sharp as a son of a bitch.
What in the hell
are we looking at?
Sharp enough to flatten a tire,
whatever it is.