Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Man is a primitive beast. You can’t really deny it; it’s inside all of us, even This Guy. When the smell of blood is in the air… the scent of sweat and anger all boiling...
Oh, to be struck by Cupid’s mystic arrow. To know the good fortune of having one’s heart leap from their chest in search of its counterpoint in another. For there is not a stronger, more powerful, or more glorious...