You broke the bonds and you loosed the chains:
My friend Henry and I decided we like good-looking people -- except when they're beating us. While we were chatting on the phone, a group of thugs, all possessing good looks, approached Hank's car at a red light. Though he wanted to learn more about them, perhaps over a fruit and walnut salad from McDonald's, he was anxious for the light to change. You're not supposed to gawk at your attacker. If you're getting mugged, you want your wits about you. You don't want to be distracted by the most dazzling pair of eyelashes -- instead of heeding your mugger's order to give him/her your fucking wallet or he/she will blow your fucking brains out. If that happens, remind your assailant that crime doesn't pay, but modeling does. Now work it, bitch!