A new challenger steps up to the plate, at his approach dogs from the east coast, to the west coast, suddenly start baying loudly, and fondly. A fiery ice cream truck plays Dies Irae by Giuseppe Verdi on loop while the ice cream man screams and screams as he slowly burns. All of the children in the world start screaming as well because they have been taught at a early age that you must scream for ice cream. Ranzo has arrived.
I'm a Lover, Not a Fighter; but I'm also a fighter, so don't get any ideas.
I definitely want a piece of the action.
Personality is arrogantly and aggressively psychotic with a little bit of introspectiveness thrown in for good measure. (Classic Ranzo) I'll be wearing a Zoot Suit and wielding a sabre and a scythe