Just when you thought it was safe, the lamb en croute strikes back with heartburn.

I think that punching Master Chief in the sack must be like hitting two speed bags.  I wonder how leathery they are, he is a big guy and he can probably take a fuel rod shot in the nuts and not even flinch. I figure when they polish him up with a team of six specially genetically crafted waxing gnomes equipped with orbital hand buffers. I want to be the gnome that buffs that sack until I can see my face in it. I don’t think Master Chief would have any hair, maybe a black mane like Kastigir has in the Highlander or maybe just a high drift of brown crew cut hair like the Barber does it up on the east side.

This post is short and sweet just like my wife.