Foozle was like a comet streaking through the night sky. He illuminated Getbig with his presence, then quickly disappeared into the darkness. Like all men of great brilliance, he chose to burn brightly, yet briefly, rather than fade away quietly.
His passing leaves us saddened, like Shitso reaching the bottom of a bottle of Popov. We will mourn, there will be great sorrow, we will build monuments and statues in his likeness.
People will come Ray, oh....people will come.
