[He'd backed up at the sight of the royally pissed woman, back away back away...
But at the last, he managed to find himself a backbone. (Not HIS, of course, but one he'd collected as a souvenir.) And he drew himself up in squelchy defiance!]
You wanna hit me, Hotness? Then HIT ME! I still won't be giving up my precious poster, because...
[And that's when the guitar came out. He's got a SONG to sing!]
Hey, if she thought Tony was all hands... *Is cracking up too hard to continue*
But at the last, he managed to find himself a backbone. (Not HIS, of course, but one he'd collected as a souvenir.) And he drew himself up in squelchy defiance!]
You wanna hit me, Hotness? Then HIT ME! I still won't be giving up my precious poster, because...
[And that's when the guitar came out. He's got a SONG to sing!]