Mickey: Alright, kid. Welcome to the locker room.
Mickey: Since today’s your first day, I’ll show you around this joint and tell you about each player’s special needs.
Joey: What’s that?
This is Hasek’s locker. The full length mirror needs constant cleaning. Dominik really loves himself. Stares at his reflection for hours on end. I recommend wearing gloves to clean it.
What the hell is that noise?
Mickey: Some bad pipes. Here’s Holmstrom’s carbonite containment unit …
Joey: Those aren’t pipes, Mick.
Mickey: I didn’t want to show you too early, but the fourth-liners are hungrier than usual. This way.
The Red Wings have a unique way of getting the most out of their players. Brilliant, actually.
Joey: What’s that?
Mickey: Treat them as animals.
Joey: Oh my god! Holy fucking shit!
*Mickey whacks the sack with a stick*
Mickey: Shut up, grinders! You get food if you quiet down! Joey, hand me that octopus over there.
Joey: That reeks. How long has this been here?
Mickey: Since the game ended. Only the freshest food for the grinders. Use the stick to pick it up. I’m gonna loosen the bag’s top for a second, Joey, only a second! If they see light longer than that, they’ll push us into the corner and we’ll be done for! You ready?
Joey: Ugh, yes!
Mickey: On three! ONE, TWO, THREE!!
*Mickey opens the sack, Joey drops the octopus inside*
*Mickey reties the sack*
Mickey: That’ll keep ‘em fed for a few days. Can’t have them getting fat and wanting more food. Okay, two guys in the bag, where’s the third?
*Dan Cleary jumps out of the shadows and smashes Joey against the wall*
Cleary: I, I, I AM NOT AN ANIMAL!!! I WAS A FIRST ROUND PICK!!
Joey: GAHHHHHH!!!! Get this thing offa me!!!
Mickey: Bad grinder! BAD GRINDER!!
*Mickey hits Cleary with the stick five times. Cleary collapses.*
Dipshit still thinks he’s in Chicago. You OK, kid?
Joey: I’m gonna teach that fucker a lesson! Oh look, he crapped in the corner. Let’s see if he likes his own shit!
*Joey grabs Cleary by the hair and drags him to the corner*
Mickey: NO! Stop!
Joey: Enjoy, bitch!
*Joey smashes Cleary’s face into the shit. Cleary laughs.*
Mickey: That’s not punishment! That’s a reward! Just tell him that he’s not going on the PK!
Joey: Uh, you’re not going on the PK!
Cleary: AWWWWWWW … I, I, AUGHHHHHH!!!
Mickey: Those Blackhawks assholes built this guy up. We’re still in the demolition process. A few more years and we’ll throw him in the sack. He’s not ready for the burlap sack yet.
Anyway, where were we on the tour?
This is Osgood’s booster seat …