Actually, I think it's good to hit with a fist. However, with fists, it is inconvenient to say, "This fist is the fist used to win the championship in ×××× years." There is no sense of history. When teaching street gangsters, they couldn't use the heaviness and vicissitudes of history to probate criminals, let them throw away the rusty fruit knives that had just cut cherries, and surrendered. Take refuge in my Buddha.
You see, I have so many careful considerations when choosing tools for work.
Okay, let's talk about my dress. As a muscular man, I decided not to show muscles in this drama. I decided to wear a jacket and jeans from start to finish. He doesn't even take off his clothes while sleeping at my friend's house. I want to be a new and good man who is clean and self-conscious. I want people who like me to really like my connotation, what I say, my philosophy of fighting criminals and deep lynching thoughts, instead of wanting to get my body. I am not that superficial. I hope my audience can also see my depth. Those who come to see my muscles are disappointed. Who made you so superficial.
And I never bow my head to anyone. I am the absolute boss. I smoked in front of the police chief, and I was playing tricks with my immediate boss and he couldn't tell me. Can my informant disagree with me? Of course I have to pinch his knees with my powerful palms, threatening to paralyze his lower body. I'm going to a bar, and someone else is closed, how can I do it? But he still wants me to ask for money in the end, so how can he do it? People all over London are afraid of me. No one can subdue me. But I turned out to be just an ordinary policeman in the end. I really am a person who regards fame as dung.
Even so, I'm still under pressure. I still can't sleep, and I can't get up in the morning. What can be done is listless. Where does my pressure come from? I do not know either. too weird. Go ask that gay guy. He seems to know better what is pressure from society.
I don’t want blood, no action, no chasing cars, no explosions, no blood flow, no chance encounters with sexy girls. I live alone and don't have a girlfriend, but the director, please don't let me run into a sexy girl like other male pig's feet. The director, please let me run into a gay guy. The director, please arrange me to sleep at his house. The director please arrange for me and him to be born and die. I am a politically correct policeman.
Director, I am a lonely hero who is not afraid of anything, but in the end please don't let me stand under the gun of that perverted Pali. The director, please let me stay aside and use my girly cricket bat to sneak up on that perverted Pali. And, the director, please finally give me the gun so that I can sit back and enjoy the thrill of killing.
As for the bait, let the gay play it. Dead gay, I still have my right hand. And the audience can't live without me. London can't live without me.
I don't know how to use a computer. What's weird about this, I am not the 80s and 90s of you. Most importantly, I am not a woman. This is something that a woman should know how to do. Haven't heard of such a statement? Are you a man? Of course I don't bring a pencil, I tell you. Do you think I am like a person with a pencil? So, I don’t use a computer or a pen. All my thoughts are taught by precepts and deeds. There are about two dozen people with me at any time, recording them with a video camera, and showing them to you. Just remember it yourself. I am the modern British version of Confucius.
There is one more question. Didn’t I make it clear from the beginning that the gay guy will play? Why did he go all these 97 minutes?
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