I've had my Jar-Jar mask hanging on my "slam man" (boxing trainer......nothing to do with tea-bagging) for a week now.........I'm starting to get second thoughts......... everyone who's walked in has taken a pop at him........my freinds, my relatives (including my mother) the "drain doctor" plumber, a bloke delivering furniture and finaly the district nurse........yes, even the nurse popped him one between the eyes.
Me sa definateley going to die.
He's been beaten to crap and he's in my kitchen......... in a wood with 300 paintballers...................goodbye.