You're right. I was totally going for badass, because that's my personality and all. I kick babies for fun, too. It's awesome. I punted a 50 yarder the other day. The mom was all like "My baby!" but then I just struck that pose, which backfired, because then she was all up on me, whispering in my ear that there were more babies where that came from, and how I could help her out with it. I was all like, "Sorry, baby. I'm a badass. And a loner. I would never work between us." About that time, the baby finally landed, and got into my camaro-cycle, which is (naturally) half camaro-half motorcycle, fired it up with flames shooting out the tailpipes n' shit. I looked over the top of my shades and said, "Gotta blow this taco stand before the heat gets here. I'm wanted in 51 states. That's right. I'm so badass, they added an extra state just for me to be wanted in." I gunned it down the sidewalk, knocking fruit stands and conveniently placed large panes of glass into smithereens.
Because I'm badass.