thanks,...now tell me more about chaos' titties

Well, I walked into his backyard, and into his garage, then I saw him, Chaos. He was standing there, a tall, behemoth of a man. Sweat dripping off of him, tattoos, and shirtless. His hairy moobs had a strong look to them. I said, "What are you doing, conehead?" Then he explained some shit in motorcycle language that I didn't understand.
It was a pretty epic moment.
