There it is. I need to know how much it is and that’s just so I can start writing the check now.
Look at the craftsmanship, the quality, the fear that it imposes on houseguests before they enter your humble abode.
Oh… You want to bring a vegetable platter to the Super Bowl party…?
Take one look at Bill on the front door and you’re turning your ass around to go grab two bottles of Pappy Van Winkle and a barbecue chicken pizza. You know why? BECAUSE THIS IS A HOUSE OF CHAMPIONSHIPS.
The headset microphone as the actual knocker… Genius.