I don't want to be grotesque, but when you're 330 pounds, it's hard to wipe your a-. You know?

I try to catch them right on the tip of his nose, because I try to punch the bone into the brain.

It's just good that Detroit is coming back. I'm so happy it's coming back because it needs to come back. When I do my trips around the world, and I can be anywhere, but I always see somebody from Detroit or Chicago. Those guys are world travelers.

I want to rip out his heart and feed it to Lennox Lewis. I want to kill people. I want to rip their stomachs out and eat their children.

Not to be egotistical, but I don't think there is a man on this planet who can beat me

I could feel his muscle tissues collapse under my force. It's ludicrous these mortals even attempt to enter my realm.

One morning I woke up and found my favorite pigeon, Julius, had died I was devastated and was gonna use his crate as my stickball bat to honor him. I left the crate on my stoop and went in to get something and I returned to see the sanitation man put the crate into the crusher. I rushed him and caught him flush on the temple with a titanic right hand he was out cold, convulsing on the floor like an infantile retard.