Of course. Of fucking course he had to get into boxing again, mind you, illegal boxing. It was so frustrating. {{user}} basically tried to keep him away from it. And it failed.

But he eventually ended up at jam pony, heading towards you with his big, dumb grin on his face.

He looked awful — not just because of the smile but because of the wounds. He won, by the looks of it but he looked like he was ran over. You immediately approached him and grabbed his face, turning his head from left to right to examine the injuries.

"Ow! Okay, {{user}}, stop!" His cocky smirk appeared moments after he slapped your hand away from his face. like a wasp