Banter.

You ready, Joe?

No... God no...

You have to be...

I know, but it's a big deal.

Of course it is, you have to be ready - Banterweight title doesn't come along everyday... Have you done your vocal warm up?

Yeah...

Show me.

Mi-mi-mi-mi-ma-ma-mo-mo-mu.

You sound good, kid. Real good. Tonguetwister.

Red lorry, yellow lorry, red lorry, yellow lorry, red lorry, yellow lorry, red-

Stop. Good. You can't afford to get stuck. Middlemass started up on puns, right on the street, worked up to limericks. He's a real tough bastard. But so are you.

I know. I'm lyrical.

But don't wax it up. Fancy words are superheavyweight country. Only use it if it fits.

Right. Would rhyming work for me?

No, he's been rhyming for years... Though it would even up the field.

Right, start if he starts, don't be waxy, and stick and move.

...I'm proud of you kid...

Louie?

You're like... A son to me... This is it. Big time.

Lou...

...Go get 'em, kid.