This has got to be the best kill story ever! This guy that used to pick on me and my Camaro through highschool wanted to race the other day, so I got my Chuck Taylors on and headed his way. Mind you, I am 5'8" 210lbs, and not much muscle. But a 60ft race, it was all over... 90' he called it quits. Many people laughed at the poor fellow, but he learned his lesson. "A shut mouth gathers no foot."