Put some ice on it, Wray.
God help Wray if anyone ever publishes his home address.
“Put some ice on it, Wray.”
Well, ya see... that’s kinda the whole deal, here.
Wray is now APPROPRIATELY concerned that — in the face of his MONUMENTAL, and BLATANT malfeasance — somebody out there just might believe he’s committed a Capital crime, and — uh — put HIM on ice for it.
EVEN IF THERE’S NOBODY, I hope this sniveling prick NEVER enjoys another microsecond of peace in his life, but goes to his grave a tortured and afrighted soul.