Tomorrow, you'll see that Rambo or Swarzenager, or whatever those rascals' names are, are like dolls compared to me.
I'm just fixing my piece of tee-towel-sweater band, for preventing my long eyelashes getting onto my eyes (how you can imagine this, is up to you, for I can't). Also, I'm going to wear my full-of-holes-in-the-private-part-of-my-body sport trousers, just to distract the enemy and piss him/her off.
Be ready, rascals. Tomorrow is the day!!!!!