[Rain Man]

I can't even imagine the shame of getting fired by that weird-hair Raiders owner. I envision going into his office, and he's riding a small bicycle with training wheels around his office, with that fringe stuff hanging from the handlebars and a Tim Brown football card in the spokes. He stops, licks cheeto dust off his fingers, and then yells over the blaring reruns of Two Broke Girls in the background, "I don't think you're meeting my standards, so I will be replacing you with Marmaduke the dog."