Alright Steven, you fucking speed freak, we'll finish that match. Where shall I report to punch and kick you and get thrown on my back so you can climb on top again?
Not like you'll actually do anything other than ask me if I can feel your ki. Yes, I can feel your ki. And no, it's not just your perpetual hardon. Fucking dreaming of penises, avoidant personality disorder fucker. Take your fucking busbar and leave the goddamn house. I swear, you won't even fucking come answer the goddamn door when people drop off shit THAT YOU ASKED FOR.
Furthermore, stop fucking talking about yourself. I'm working a program. You're the one sitting on your ass all day fucking toking the ice pipe.