Better put it in terms even the fucking monkey could understand. "Alright. The last game we played from where I came from was the Christmas Bowl. The fucking skates, if I heard correctly, saw the Bando game last. Fucking manager saw Poseidon last. No idea about the fucking red dog," he added, jabbing a thumb at Clifford. "So basically we gotta make sure not to screw everything up, so a) we don't alter any timelines, and b) I get the fucking manager off my back. Got it?"