Goddammit, boy, I used to do that same damn thing. Called them the motherfuckin' Whack-A-Mole, boy. Used to do motherfuckin' big-ass blow-toy weapon hammers. Those Fix-A-Felixes, boy. Used to get them bitches that Chuck E. Cheese with about 300 tickets, boy. Used to beat each other over the head every goddamn night, boy.

In my opinion, I don't care about the person getting smacked. I just care about the person smacking him because that guy's actually kind of fine now. Hey, I'm single. Let me know.