I had a boss a long time ago that had a nifty ditty he'd pull out only when the time was exactly right. Most times he was sarcastic, demanding, unrelenting. We all saw that and most of us dug it. There were occasions, though, when that temper would flare and the highlight reel would start spinning. One day, I witnessed him look up from his desk, slowly. He paused for a minute and let that gaze burn into this kid standing in front of him. And then he said, "You're lying to me. That's irritating. You want to play fuch-fuch with me?

Good. Let's play fuch-fuch."

And then the destruction began. And it was a thing to behold.

It's time for the Wings to play a little fuch-fuch. Teams like Calgary cannot be led along like the 1am sloth, soiled and barely coherent, waiting for a Blues fan to wheel her home...whore style.

Teams like Calgary must be efficiently and mercilessly dispatched of.

Johan Franzen claims he's "pissed." We've seen pissed before, Mule. We saw it against this very team.

Horrific. Pierre was beside himself. Bobby Lang was so mad he forgot to check his hair in the glass. Nick Lidstrom's pulse accelerated to 21 beats per minute. And the Mule?

He was pissed.

Remember? (scroll to 2:14 mark)

That's pissed.

You want to prove your pissed, Johan? Show us that move again. Move your big ass across the slot and fire away. Holy Hell...when's the last time we saw that move?

Get mad, big boy.

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