Look fat, here's the deal, all I can say is I was probably in Joe's skull around the time that Robin Hood was released from Mandela Island when we were arrested by the Sheriff of Nottinham. I had to tunnel my way out, unlike that cellmate of mine the Count of Monte Christo Sandwiches. Which are really good. You have to dip them in the blueberry jam, get it? I taught him how to do that, crouched over the fire in our lockup. Went on to make a fortune in the sandwich business before he got into that art stuff of wrapping the Eiffel Tower in bath sheets.