Meanwhile, the hound plots and schemes his latest outrage against his most formidable adversary, the legendary kewlj.

From deep within the bowels of his seven figure LV mansion he calls in favors from back home: soon the LV strip will thunder with the sound of hundreds of rabid, foaming camels, their swarthy, filthy drivers screaming "death to the infidel," summarily beheading any and all gay card counters which the hound has cleverly lured into honey traps.

Be afraid, be very afraid.