Brah, are you ever dumb. After you

head-butted me at the bar, pissed off because you thought I splashed

you with my drink, you taunted me, saying "they" call you "The Pride of

Maui." I can certainly see why they don't call you "The Brain of Maui."

Had you been just a bit less stupid, you would have noticed that it

was, in fact, the guy standing next to me who dropped his drink and

splashed you. Everyone standing around seemed to realize this except

you. Tell me: are "they" proud of someone with a hair-trigger temper

who attacks innocent people? And while I'm at it, just who are "they?"

Your parents? Friends? Other wanna-be thugs? I've got news for

you—someday you're going to attack the wrong guy and they're going to

start calling you "The Pride of the Prison Yard." Real men—I'm talking

civilized, educated, respectful adults—don't act like you. But I'm sure

you're not concerned. And you know what? I'm not, either. See, while

you're wasting away in jail, I'll be relaxing on the beach with good

friends. That's the true pride of Maui, brah.