And it's the intense face-off between the both of us. Isn't that so intense? Isn't the intensity just enough to make you throw up and run away in fear, screaming down the block like a little girl?

The garage proved to be dominating in light coverage, but there just wasn't enough room for us massive athletes to wail upon each other. So we took it outside.

I swear, I don't even remember trying to kick him.

And once again, I show what seems to be my signature "Power Arm", a forearm only a drummer could appreciate.

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