Sludger going off on Bobby Blotzer:
"Blotz, you are the drummer. You write nothing. You create nothing. You mean NOTHING. The only reason people know that there is an annoying drummer in Ratt to begin with is only courtesy of Beau Hill’s shitty, insanely drum-heavy mixes on Dancing Undercover. You are not even worthy of being a trivia question on Jeopardy. Your book is an example given to students in Creative Writing 101 cases across the country for the course section titled "Please God, Don’t EVER write something like this.". You could be replaced by a kid with a Casio keyboard from 1986. You are not now, nor have you ever been, Tommy Lee (as much as you have tried). Nobody has ever, in the entire history of Ratt, come to a show to see you. Not even any of your ex-wives. Any tail that you scored from a Ratt show was from someone who couldn’t even get JUAN. You are the last place loser in life. If you have even one tiny shred of intelligence in your bloated, alcohol riddled head you will delete your Facebook account and thank God that the other guys in Ratt have not had you taken out into the desert and shot. Shut your mouth, play your gigs, attempt your horrible drum solo, drink your Budweiser, collect your check and count your blessings."
"Any tail that you scored from a Ratt show was from someone who couldn’t even get JUAN."