What's sincerity without debauchery? The Meat Fist is too familiar with manacles and is equiped with teflon shielding and titanium ego reinforcement. Not to mention (while still mentioning), I got the "meat" nickname in the junior high shower stalls. All is well, there's nothing to see here, move along.
P.S. Vod, you're the epitome of solidity. A drunken Hamlet couldn't ask for a more worthy Horatio to absent himself from felicity awhile, and in this harsh world to draw thy breath in pain to tell his story, (sad as it is).