Check it ('before you wreck it?)...I'm party; but I ain't much a runner-what with the bum leg an' all (Please...hold off on all the 'ahhhh's a moment...). BUT, I'd be happy to join the gig and provide beer at the pre-determined mid-point for all the silly, sweaty, beet-red 'n' out-o'-breath rats like the lot of you, who insist on beatin' their body's like ya'll do 'top the gravel treadmill o' life...Avenue's and Boulvard's 'round town that'll take you no further than a bar...

Yet I digress....

But really...ya'll got me support, and some beer. All you've got to do is tell me when...'n' for you's all that're privy: Where.

zee goatt-mon, he's spoken.