Yo bro, when you wake up from your coma, you should probably approach life a little differently. Like for instance, you probably shouldn’t instigate a dude whose arms are the size of whiskey barrels and who looks like he kills for sport. I mean look at that fucking ox, he looks like he came out of the womb with veins in his neck and a score to settle. He was probably drinking a fucking protein shake as the doctors were cutting off his umbilical cord. I literally would not fight that dude if my loved ones lives depended on it. “WELP! It’s been a good run, grandpa, but I’d rather not get tied in a pretzel by John Cena. Maybe if you kept sending birthday money, things would be different. You understand, right gramps? KBYELOVEYOUUUU”
And know your pain threshold dude. Have a little integrity. If you’re going to go down like a bag of sand after a smack that weak, you should probably make a concerted effort not to get smacked at all. Ugh, I’m ashamed to be living in a world where I have to breathe the same air as you. Oh whats that, he’s breathing through a respirator? Nevermind, you’re good bro.