Sometimes I think about that story “Deathworlders” a lot, where humanity finds out it’s the most sturdy and muscular force in the entire galaxy, and that an average bartender could rip the arms off a member of the second-strongest, incredibly-feared species, and beat them senseless with their own arms.

(Those fuckers tried to land in the middle of a hockey game, and over the course of thirty seconds, the audience went from “oh shit aliens!” to “kick their ass! kick their ass!”)

I’m just saying, I could prolly rip this guy’s arm off with my one good hand, and slap him with it, and leave.