"What the fuck?" Rex Kirkby does not need no wacky mystical fruit drink to turn into a hall of famer. Firstly the last time he took anything from this guy he ended up a blind speed midget who shat himself relentlessly. He had been worried the effects would never wear off and had sworn never to take any unidentified substances again. Secondly Rex Kirkby was already on his way to the hall of fame. The only person to win the bojo biscuit three times and all of them consecutively as well as the fact that he was likely to finish top 5 amongst defensemen in points scored. Leaping out of bed he used his superior strength and athletic physique to pin the man to the wall. He struggled desperately but be was no match for the thousands of hours spent in the gym. With one smooth movement he turfed the man through his 8th storey bedroom window and watched as he sailed to his death on the pavement below.