I always appreciated the Oceans movies for the sole purpose of robbing these badass casino owners in a complicated and full-proof heist. Although they would only take them for the equivalent of what a bag of Cheetos is to me, these former-badass gentlemen really knew how to put on a show. But inside all the glory of the casino heists, there was one main fault - the Fox. Mr. Fox, you swagger-jacked my boy Apollo, and couldn’t even complete the job. In the world of pick pocketing, thievery, and heists, you roam the world deaf, blind and dumb, and everyone will know – this is Fox, the man who thought he could be compared to Apollo. Alright, maybe I stole that line from Troy, but at least stealing the line from Troy wasn’t half as bad as Fox attempting to step to the level of Apollo. You deserve to be put in a den with David Bowie and his wolves.
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