THIS #FIGHTNIGHT THING SOUNDS FUCKING STUPID. KEEP YOUR CLAWS TO YOUR FUCKING SELF.
THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN *SAYING.*
IT SOUNDS FUCKING PAN DEAD TO HAVE AN ENTIRE EVENT DEVOTED TO ATTACKING EACH OTHER.
Mutual combat is a fine outlet of energy and stress, I think. Especially in an environment where medical attention is on standby
I'M NOT SURE WHAT CHURNS MY DIGESTION SAC MORE — HAVING RAMPANT, WANTON VIOLENCE ON EVERY SCUTTLEPATH CORNER, OR CONCENTRATING EVERY BELLIGERENT, FROTHING MUTILATION JUNKIE IN THE WORLD INSIDE OF A SINGLE ROOM FOR ONE NIGHT OF SHRIEKING, CONCENTRATED CULLSPORT. WHICH I AM *BEGRUDGINGLY* FORCED TO ATTEND.
ONE HUNDRED PERCENT AGAINST MY WILL, I ASSURE YOU. LET'S JUST SAY THAT THE BI-COLORED BESPECTACLED HUSKTOP STOOGES OF CHITTR MANAGED TO HACK ME INTO A KIND OF PUBLIC EXECUTION. GLAD THAT ONE OF US WILL LIVE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT IT. BEST OF LUCK, OUT THERE.