Oh Baracus, who was in ‘Nam, Mr. T be thy name.
Thy van will come with Face and Hannibal, on Earth as it escapes the MPs.
Give us this day, our daily milk, and pity us fools, as we pity the fools who cross us.
Lead us not into airplanes, and deliver us from Murdock.
For thine is the Mohawk and Van, and the Gold Chains, forever, amen.