Standing there all cool, giving me those 'aftershave commercial' eyes. -blam!- you. And -blam!- your drawings. (I'm just joking, I can't be nasty, you look like the type of guy I'd enjoy a beer with...and you would enjoy a beer with me, well because I'm bigger than you, so you'd have no choice. Id tell you stories of my youth and then you'd share yours. We'd laugh together for many hours, then I'd realise how emotionally ruined I am and cry on your shoulder while you awkwardly sit there, wondering why this 210lbs, 6ft2 machine of a man is crying so hard. Well it's because I have no friends, and I need the company. But then I'd realise my tears make me appear weak and will not get me my seat in Valhalla, with my mighty father Odin. And then we'd have another beer.)