|Vans the punk|
"You never ammount to nothing! A punk is all you gonna be!" they used to say to his face, but Vans would have none of that.
They would try to tame him, make him work part time jobs, make him bag groceries,
"take that trash out!" but Vans would have none of that.
His mean streak grinning through the brattish visage, his hair blowing with the soft winds.
There was a war brewing. "You are siding with us." ... but Vans would have none of that...
Can hit a fly from three yards away, as long as it has been taped to the ground with masking tape.
Is able to take doors as mere "Suggestions" of how you are supposed to exit rooms.
His untamed hair can be poke an eye out if you arent careful around him.
He can code some nifty Iphone apps.
Can dosage the sugar in each cup of tea perfectly, PERFECTLY I TELL YOU.
Such unbridled untameness ( is that even a word , I dont care! ) is paralleled with his technical combat,
they kept telling him to fight like a normal person, but he wasnt having that cake either.
VANS. IT'S VANS.
NOT VAN'S, NOT VAN, NOT DJ-VAN, NOT WALRUS.