“Kick his fuckin’ ass Joe!” Greg screams at the top of his lungs, a tendril of drool projecting from his mouth and swinging off to the side in the breeze. Joe glances over at him, Grins maniacally, and turns to face his victim again. Poor little Timmy cowers as Joe’s two hundred pound bulk of masculinity towers over him. A meaty fist slams into Timmy’s nose, a sickening crack and…