Last night I was kicking some major ass at War Fog III (TM).
That's a video game, right?
It builds coordination and reflexes. In the heat of battle, there's no time to think-- you have to ACT!
If anyone tried to come at me right now, my training would take over, and I'd take him out by pure instinct. I'm a coiled snake, Bob.
Hey, Stevo-- Here are those papers you asked-
HO!
AAAAAH! THERE'S A PENCIL IN MY CHEEK!! AAAAH!!
GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT!
OH GOD! WHAT HAVE I DONE?! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD OH G...
AAAAAAH!