Todd Walker should go on a Frank Grimes-esque rant. I think it would go something like this... Walker: "Oh, I, I can't stand it any longer. This whole organization is insane. Insane, I tell you! [snaps mentally] Daahh! Aaah! I can suck, too! [takes his uniform off, and moons one of the clubhouse managers] Look at me, I am a worthless player, just like Neifi Perez! Give me a new contract! [walks into the clubhouse and grabs a baseball bat] Ooh, I swing downwards, but nobody minds! [swings in an exaggeratedly slobbish fashion] Now I'm stepping to the plate without trying to get on base. But it doesn't matter, because I'm Neifi Perez! I don't need to get on base, 'cause someone else will do it for me. D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! [slaps forehead on each "D'oh!"] Perez: Hey, you okay, Walky? Walker: I'm better than okay. I'm Neifi Perez. Perez: [chuckles] You wish. Walker: [notices Hendry has walked in] Oh, hi, Mr. Hendry. I'm the worst hitter in the league given the amount of playing time I get. Time to go home to my mansion and eat my lobster. [walks up to some dangerous-looking pitching machines] What's this? [reads sign] "Danger: Wear Helmet." Well, I don't need a helmet, because I'm Neifi Pere-- [gets hit in the head by a baseball]