If you keep throwing these wide, looping, girly slaps you're gonna need Tommy John at some point.
And if you do have to throw another gem my way, get your elbow off of your hip for cryin' out loud, it looks ridiculous.

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Now what did I just tell you?
You throw like a girl.

If your face were any more hyperactive, you'd have a banana for a nose, you stupid pillowbiter!

I bet you think the snozzberries taste like strawberries, don't you, you stupid pillowbiter?

Thus concluding our search for the Worst Smack Ever Written.


(Psicosis, that means the search is over. No need to thank me.)

If it looks like a pillowbiter, walks like a pillowbiter, and smacks like a pillowbiter... it's probably SECTION11, the stupid pillowbiter.

You mean there are other Psicosis haters out there besides tightly strung n00bs?

Not a lot happening in Memphis tonight? You city slicker you...

I have to admit this much. You're admirable. In a pathetic, punch-drunk boxer who just keeps sticking his face in the ring kind of way, but admirable none the less.

I'm pretty sure there's more happening in Memphis right now than in that sprawled-out hellhole* you call Phoenix, but that's beside the point, you pillowbiter.

*NTTAWWT, ENDelt.

Eh, I'm running low on inspiration here.

Let go of the stuffed animal, son.

I know that looking up can be as scary as looking down, but don't you fret little fella. I'm here to help.

Aren't there some bars you could be going to with Greg Louganis right now, you pillowbiter?

You're running low on many things, but I'm glad that you picked an important item to tackle first, like Inspiration.
It's a long road back to respectability, but with a decision like this you'll be there in no time.

This is as good a place as any...