Margo comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes Margo will go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that Margo he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about Margo... he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be living... until he hits ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'.
The eye isn't the problem. He can see. It's the lid. It doesn't open as wide as the other eye does. I don't like Margarito, but I don't wish karma or anything bad about fighters I don't like.