The NFL offseason just got a whole lot spicier—and weirder—thanks to a bizarre war of words between San Francisco 49ers star Deebo Samuel and Dallas Cowboys owner Jerry Jones, a man who’s never met a spotlight he didn’t try to hog. Late Tuesday night, Jones, fresh off a Botox appointment and a tall glass of something amber-colored, dropped a bombshell on a local radio show: “I’ll do whatever it takes to get Deebo Samuel in a Cowboys uniform. I’ll trade the whole team, sell AT&T Stadium, and throw in my private jet if that’s what it takes. Hell, I’ll even give him my face—modern surgery can do that now, right?”

Cue the chaos. Within hours, Deebo Samuel, never one to shy away from stirring the pot, fired back with a statement that’s left the league reeling, X ablaze, and Cowboys fans clutching their oversized belt buckles in disbelief. Speaking from what witnesses described as “a tricked-out golf cart parked outside a Bay Area In-N-Out,” Samuel declared: “Jerry wants me? Cool. But I’m not going to Dallas unless he trades me for Dak Prescott, a herd of actual cows, and a promise to rename the team ‘Deebo’s Cowboys.’ Oh, and I want his face too—non-negotiable.”

Yes, you read that correctly. In a plot twist straight out of a sci-fi fever dream, Samuel apparently took Jones’s face-swapping quip literally, sparking rumors of a potential NFL blockbuster trade involving not just players, but cosmetic surgery and livestock. Sources close to Samuel—by which we mean his cousin’s barber who overheard something at a cookout—say the wide receiver is dead serious. “Deebo’s tired of San Francisco’s fog and overpriced avocado toast,” the barber claimed. “He wants that Texas sun, some BBQ ribs, and Jerry’s wrinkly mug stitched onto his own head. It’s a power move.”

Jones, never one to back down from a challenge (or a chance to remind everyone he’s richer than God), doubled down in a follow-up interview with ESPN’s Stephen A. Smith. “Deebo wants cows? I’ve got ranches full of ‘em. He wants Dak? Fine, Dak’s been throwing interceptions anyway—sorry, son. And my face? I’ll call my guy in Beverly Hills; we’ll make it happen. Imagine Deebo with my jawline calling plays—it’s a billion-dollar idea!” Stephen A., visibly confused, just shouted “BLASPHEMY!” and stormed off set.

The NFL, already a circus thanks to Aaron Rodgers’s ayahuasca retreats and the Jets’ eternal quarterback carousel, is scrambling to figure out if this is even legal. League bylaws don’t explicitly ban trading players for cattle or facial transplants, but Goodell’s probably drafting an emergency memo as we speak. Meanwhile, 49ers fans are livid, flooding X with memes of Deebo in a cowboy hat and demands that John Lynch “lock him in a room until he loves us again.” Cowboys fans, on the other hand, are inexplicably hyped—because if there’s one thing they love more than unrealistic Super Bowl dreams, it’s a shiny new toy to overhype.

Analysts are split on what this means for the league. “This is insane,” barked one pundit on FS1, slamming his desk for emphasis. “Deebo’s a game-changer, sure, but Jerry’s basically offering to turn the Cowboys into a traveling carnival. What’s next—clowns at halftime?” Others see brilliance in the madness. “If Deebo gets Jerry’s face and Dak gets shipped out, Dallas might finally win a playoff game,” mused a bleary-eyed Skip Bayless, who’s already written 17 tweets about it. “It’s the ultimate glow-up.”

As for the 49ers, they’re reportedly “open to listening” if the deal includes Prescott, the cows, and a clause ensuring Jones doesn’t show up to team meetings in Deebo’s old jerseys. Coach Kyle Shanahan, sipping a kale smoothie and looking mildly annoyed, muttered, “Deebo’s Deebo. If he wants to be a Cowboy with Jerry’s face, I’m not stopping him. We’ll just draw up more jet sweeps for someone else.”

Will this Frankenstein trade actually happen? Probably not—sanity might prevail, or the surgeons might refuse to operate on ethical grounds. But in a world where Jerry Jones once spent $100 million on a yacht just to flex and Deebo’s Instagram stories are basically performance art, don’t count it out. One thing’s for sure: the NFL offseason just got a facelift—literally.