Well, I don't make the odds. I just do the things that I normally do. Wh-what were you gambling on when you threw stale bread at me in the first place? If you want me to listen to a screenplay or something, go ahead and-- you keep your money off of that horse, guy.

[ He would train until he could backflip into the sun, then backflip into the sun. One-Flip Morty. ]