I want to be the real deal.
I want to do some good for this world.
If that means driving over bad people in a cement truck, count me in.
See, I thought about this.
Just me, The Cause, concrete, horsepower. United to take a stand.
A giant, orange concrete mixer with a big "HAVE A NICE FUCKING DAY" written on it.
Breezing through streets, fighting crime and injustice.
Settling scores with the bad guys, battling demons of the night.
Sheding light into dark corners of The City.
Fresh concrete sloshing around, turning dicks into statues.
Combined superpowers of cement, gravel and water; harbingers of peace.
Stuff of legends.
What glory. Man.
Give me a truck and enough concrete and I'll save the galaxy.
Gonna need a driver's license too while we're at it.
Streets will be safe again. Lives of many will be preserved.
You'd want that, wouldn't you?
Unless you're a bad guy, in which case I hope you like the taste of CONCRETE FURY.
