One time I kicked a guy out a 8th story window, and he got caught on the fire escape by his jacket. As the glass rained down into the alleyway’s darkness below, he looked up at me with this funny smile beamin’ through his bloody face. “You get off on this,” He said, inches from death, “You’re a walkin’ Action Hero cliché, and this shit makes you hot, doesn’t it?”

I looked back into his rapist’s eyes and replied “I dunno, but it sure makes me laugh.”

Truth is, though, he did have my number. I still killed him, of course, but he was right. The only thing I love better than takin’ on the bad guys is the endless stream of 4th wall breaking shit-talk that precedes it.