HOWELL. YOU AND ME. FIGHT.

[Breed]

Let's meet up and fight. I'm not even the slightest bit doubtful that I could kill you. You talk big but we both know your balls are small. And while it will be exciting to be that physically close to another man, it will not excite you when your face is kicked in.

I could take you. And I've never been in a fight in my life. That is how certain I am that you are a pansy.

And the pansy thing has nothing to do with you being gay. There are plenty of buff gay guys that could destroy me. And take your hand off my cock, I didn't mean sexually. I meant physically. You're just not one of them.

I am Mike Tyson circa his prime, and you are a piece of shit circa a baby midget girl.

Bring it, bitch.