Bro, they should have the big cat on the nine club, except they’d have to change the name to the 10+ club to accommodate my humongous wang. Except they would have to make it a radio show, because my secret identity cannot be revealed or it would blow all your tiny, pathetic minds to see how glorious and handsome and smart I am. I could drop a Ted talk on those fools with my genius level, quadruple digit skate IQ. I’d teach them how to have a Dylan-esque kickflip, but only using my words, because if I actually let them see my Dylan flips, everybody in the world would quit skating, and the big cat could not live with himself after that. After all, when you can do 720 ollies on flat, you don’t need to prove anything to anybody. Ever. I’m having sex right fucking now. And I’m a fucking genius, just don’t ask me any engineering questions, because I’m not that kind of an engineer.