Ehhhhhh!

“ZwocK!”
“JamMo!”
“BUpp!”
I lift my head off the pillow to see what all the commotion is about.
Two idiots are shirtless and throwing punches. One of the combatants has a cut above his left eye. Blood pours down his face.
A group of dimwits cheer the fighters on. Each hoping their competitor wins.
I look out my window and wonder: should I get out of bed, put on my costume, walk all the way down to the street and kick a little ass?
Nah, I’m lazy. I’ll let the cops deal with this one. The lazy buggers still haven’t found my DVD player and extensive DVD collection.