Set in the muddy stone seemed to be a sort of mortar message.

From what I can tell, It's in the home country's native tongue.
And among our best boys, I'd bet you it'll be a boy of ours.

So what would we do with the stars in the window that hung about all the grease and hell we were dispersed in overnight?

Alright.

It's like this...

I have money.

I'm sorry.

And you're ****.