Sure, he’s dressed like your garden-variety trailer park denizen. He seems a bit meek and mild-mannered, or maybe just stoned. But don’t let that fool you; that dude’s BIG trouble. He’s like Shaft, John McClane, and Hercules all rolled into one. He leaves a wake of destruction in his path that only government subsidies could hope to equal. He’s got the reverse Midas touch. After he passes by, nothing leaves a shadow. We should have sent him to Iraq instead of the army. Rubble don’t make trouble, I always say, and believe me, that garage isn’t going to bother anyone anytime soon.