Don't fuck with the Flyin' Hawaiian, man. 'Cuz if you piss him off, he'll lash out and strike you down like the ignorant fool you are.

At a budding young age, a kid once picked on him. So Flyin' literally kicked the kid's ass. He kicked it so hard he broke the kid's tailbone.

The kid brought his older brother from college down for revenge. When the older brother stepped up to the Flyin', he towered overhead.

Flyin', without missing a beat, leaped into the air and landed a firm punch. The fool crumbled to the ground.

See? Don't fuck with the Flyin' Hawaiian.

While driving his car on the highway, a guy plainly cut him off. Flyin' tailed the guy until they pulled into the side streets. Then the guy pulled to the side and lowered his window, ready to make words.

Flyin' strolled out of his car with a crowbar. The guy rolled up his window and sped away before Flyin' was able to smash the fool's windows.

Didn't I tell you? Don't fuck with the Flyin' Hawaiian.

Flyin' pulled into a parking spot and shifted into reverse to straighten his car out. Another guy came up close behind him and leaned against his horn. Flyin' got out of his car.

"What the fuck's wrong with your fuckin' horn?"

"Watch where you're going, moron!" answered the guy.

With one mighty swing, Flyin' smashed the guy's rearview mirror right off his car. The guy opened the door and got out.

"You fucking asshole!" the guy shouted.

A second swing landed on the fool's jaw, sending him sprawling against his car. A third swing struck his temple, spilling him to the ground.

"You just fucked with the wrong guy, motherfucker. If I so much as hear a siren or see flashing lights, I'm going to find you, go to your house, and fuckin' kick the living shit out of you. Don't fuckin' piss me off."

Flyin' returned to his car, straightened it out, and got back out. He headed towards his destination, which, of all places, was Toys 'R' Us. Dozens of stunned children and parents gazed on with open mouths. The guy remained on the ground, silent, eyes wide as plates.

When Flyin' finished shopping and walked out of Toys 'R' Us, not a cop was in sight. The fool was gone too. Flyin's car wasn't harmed in any way. The only discernable evidence was a small pool of blood on the pavement.

You heard me now. Don't fuck with the Flyin' Hawaiian.

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Are you someone not to be fucked with too?