His arms were like two iron pipes and his legs like cement pillars that supported

a frame that was wide and deep, with plenty of cushioning and thick beefy flesh. His shoulders were anchored like two planks cut from granite and a neck that was as thick as a tree stump. Above this sat a huge boulder of a head with thick disheveled hair the color of blood. A mouth that hung open in an idiotic grin. Eyes that were too close together kept darting back and forth as if seeking sanctuary of their own remiss. Are you serious? You want me to fight this guy? Sure, why not? He ll kill me! "ah#$ust keep moving, you ll be fine. Huh? %k. &hen think about the cash. 'rad