Psycho street fighting!!!1

My pappy taught me how to always win a fight. When the big guy came for you, drop your trousers, drop your pants, get the DONG out. Then swing it, swing it like your life depends upon it. The guy will run away. He'll crumple. But that's not how I like to fight. I like to fight with my fists and my brain. I don't like these clever psycho strategems. The world is changing. It is no longer possible for old fashioned guys like me to fight with my hands. Only the dong and the balls can guarantee victory. Consider the following scenario. You are fighting 1,000,000 7 year olds (bloodlusted). You can try to fight them with yoru hands and feet but they'll overwhelm you eventually. The only way to win is to drop your pants and brutalise one of them. Then quickly cover yourself in their blood. THe rest will be terrorised (The US military calls this 'shock and awe'). I don't like this world. I don't like what combat has become. I long for an old-fashioned world, where men fought with honor and decency, rather than against vast numbers of prebuscent children. But I can sense the times are changing. Men with the courage to fight mano e mano rather than dong et dong, rather than with devious intellectual strategems, are returning to form. And I'll be ready, my pants still in my hands.