From all the way up here in Norway House, I had to wait in line to use the phone because I share a phone with my brothers at Norway House, so I finally get to talk to this Mr Richard Burnish and, I'll admit, I was not a happy native from Norway House at the time but instead of listening to me he accused me of bein' drunk on firewater when he knows damn well that he's the one who never sent me the two boxes of beer and bottle of liquor and two cartons of cigarettes we agreed on as compensation for Impersonating me, Leroy Sinclair, from up here in Norway House, I was not been drinking, I was just real fired off about him saying one thing and then making fun of me, sending me crappy dollar stor beads and sex fetish dream catchers and dollar store mucklucks when he knew, and i knew, and my brothers up here in Norway House knew, he agreed to send me two boxes of beer, two cartons of cigarettes and a bottle of liquor, instead I get some kind of white man's joke but don't worry about Leroy Sinclair, I got a gift for Mr Richard Burnish, and it's called a Norway House tubesteak smothered in native underwear followed by a wet fart sucked out of his grandpa's a*s.
He'll know who the real Leroy Sinclair is then.