Wrangle up hoss

No, I am not loopy for cocoa puffs.  Find a great big mayo eating large man, and you wrap a lasso around that mothersuker and you nail him to the ground.  Take all his gold, and bury him in a large river.  Wait for days. Come back and cast a magic spell so that you never have to do that again!
It’s time to hook up all these big galoots to the great big satellite.  Microchip, ladies and gentlemen.  Microchip.