I still have time to answer the call of Bahlactus.
It starts with a vulgar display of power.
Then, I like that my brutal underground bareknuckle brawls have pseudo-philosophical tough-guy commentary.
In the noir-ish underbelly of 100 Bullets, as in real life, its usually a bad idea to bet against a guy named Jackhammer.
Because stuff like this tends to happen.
All of the preceding comes from 100 Bullets: Strychnine Lives, book numero neuve of the greatest crime/conspiracy/whatever HBO show in comic form. I love it and cannot wait until it concludes and I can read the whole confusing mess all over again.