A man descends from the Moldovan Mountains, his hair flowing graciously in the wind.  It would if he had any.  Alas his greatest nemesis male pattern baldness long ago won that war.  Masked now, he is motivated by madness.

[i][b]I want fight[/b][/i]

He sagely mumbles.

[b][i]I want step on smaller beings until they no longer beings.  Prove manhood mercilessly then have a mojito.  Maybe mimosa.  If them have good brunch menu.[/i][/b]