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Well- yeah- with those figures you're fucked- but christ- if I'm gona become snack food I at least want to make it work for the meal- maybe at least give the beast indegestion- So the fuck with it - fight for all your worth- then at least maybe you qualify to go to valhalla or some cool afterlife- you know the drill- you're up in heaven or wherever, surrounded by clouds listening to the choir invisable talking with your fellow deaders and the usual question comes up- what got you- your answer is "I died fighting with a great white shark" instant babe magnet.....
of course a better answer is to thrust steve irwin (the crocodile hunter) in front of you... "Crikey, thems some big teeth on em, now watch as I subdue the beast.. oh Christ me leg! this bugger bit me leg clean off"...
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Thought the harder, Heart the bolder,
Mood the more as our might lessens
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