Hmm... So that's all? You just hit him?
Leave a hole in his chest?
But you ran?
No. Not at all.
Any roundhouse kicks, falcon dives?
And you think there’s a story in this?
Not a goddamn chance. Tell you what I'll do though.
I get a reality show?
No. Not quite.
My knuckle hurts. Does that help?
You battled a seven-foot hobo with one leg. After jumping off a fire escape to punch him in the face, you pile-drove him into a tower of steel garbage cans, before galloping five miles to the nearest police station on a rabid hyena.
Isn't that a video game?
Close enough. Willy Mackey would have maimed you.