You don't talk about fight club.
Nothing they are both Thor.
One builds weapons and the other build targets.
Because there is no point!
Me: mmm, talk to me in an accent. H: Zoinks, like, there's a ghost! Let's get out of here Scoob! M: *swoons*
Because we don't negotiate with chair-orrists.
Oops, this was supposed to be for. There's no punch line!
A club sandwich with extra beets.
There's none, both like clubbing.
The punchline.
