I bought a t-shirt today …
“Mr. Roberto Clemente!” I said upon purchase. “One must certainly respect the great Mr. Roberto Clemente!”
“One must certainly not,” sniffed Cistulli, who, unbeknownst to me, had been lurking behind a potted palm the entire time. “And his name is not ‘Mr. Clemente.’ His name is ‘Bobo Clementines.’ The honorific is reserved for men of honor. Bobo Clementines is a mewling baby coward.”
“How can you say such things?” I gasped.
“Charity is vice,” sniffed Cistulli. “Death is weakness. I do not respect Bobo Clementines.”
Then he ravished me.