Once the fag stops talking about big bodied squirrels and rats and shit, it gets pretty good. I loved the sound that punch made, first off all. Secondly, I learned that even bums have side kick friends. You know the guy that just repeats what his boy says, or is always by their side on weekends. You call em Ace and Gary, I unfortunately have to call that person my wife.
But I digress, this red flanel dude made my morning when I saw him creep over and kick that guy. Such swagger too. Not sure he spit on the guy, but in mind he did.