Fight.
"No...no...no you did not..just finish my last bottle of Oronamin C !" (If you have no idea what that is,then I pity you.) My brothers and I used to squabble and get into brawls over things, things that seems so trivial now that I look at it. People fight.It's only natural that we do so. We descended from ancestors who used to throw feces at each other as a sign of hostility. We still have that primitive rage, that inner desire to rip out each other's throats and just lay it all out on the battlefield. As a supporter of a club that you do not talk about , I think it's appropriate for me to tell you that fighting does solved unresolved issues, but it's more of a last resort. I mean,you don't have to punch and knock each other's teeth out, but when we fight,the beast inside gets released,and that's when our true forms are laid down in bare for all to see. You can pretty much judge the character of a guy by the way he fights, rather...