Listen, I don’t know who you are and why you’re doing this, but its really annoying. So far this week, I’ve gone through six cars. Do you know how embarassing it is to show up at work with a ripped pair of pants and a gash in your neck FOR THE THIRD TIME THAT WEEK? I mean, it just isn’t funny anymore.
Why don’t you just face me like a real man would, you know, in spandex wielding a Nerf mace on the set of American Gladiators?