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Monday, 04 December 2006 |
PROFILE:
Max is a man who is pushing sixty. He's not very tall and has greyish receding hair that is combed back, a sunbed tan and always wears a sweat suit. He is very vigorous, active and healthy, especially for a man his age. He's also a bit overactive and fanatic and has a most annoying habit: he likes to spar with anyone. He used to jog a lot and whether it as in a mall or a park, when he came across someone he'd often ask him or her if they were game for a good spar. He would start to move his arms and feet like a boxer and before they'd know, they already got (lightly) punched.
This didn't go well for very long. Even though people never got badly injured and he meant well, he was soon sent to the Asylum. In there he remains the same. He defies guards and other patients on a daily basis, and the blows still fall thick and fast.
LYRICS:
Can you believe that a vivid man likes free fight as a passion?
Not in a ring but just for fun in a park or square.
Fight me, and hit me as hard as you can my friend.
And pray the lord I won't hit you back dude.
A work-out is what we're going through.
Come on and fight like a man.
Oh I feel so alive.
Always hunger for more.
This is what I breathe.
I'm trapped here like a rat.
But also down this place my needs are surely fed.
I challenge all bros and guards so they get their
daily fresh punch in their face. |
