If only

If only my honey was held prisoner somewhere away from me by some run-of-the-mill repulsive degenerate scumbag piece of crap, I could get over there and beat the shit out of him and take the sweetheart in tow (Réveillez-vous chère Élionore car il est temps d'aller aux champs...) and come straight back home. If she was held by a gang, geez! even better. Sequestered? By a gang? Then I'd get Kev and Guig and the guys and we'd swing over there and behold! The dogs of war unleashed... But I just don't know how to compete against a good old regular Joe whose only fault seems to be he doesn't have any. Now, that's fighting dirty. Fucking cocksucker.