ANOTHER PUSSY !
No, you're the pussy. You've backed out of every confrontation you've been in. Except when you spat in poor Vince's face like a diseased queen.
Nobody is scared of your hideous, synthol-filled body hitting a punchbag. We all know that you hide your lispy, high-pitched phaggoty voice. You're an effeminate, jug-eared loser living in his brother's basement and off your parents.
At least address the questions about why you look like death warmed up. Grim Reaper has one hand on your oil-filled trap.
TICK-TOCK.