I love being punched. Bullied at school, they used to punch me sometimes. I was afraid in those days. But later, as I grew stronger, I was able to be punched in more places, not just my arms, my legs. No, eventually, I was able to be punched in my chest, my stomach. Until I was black with bruises. How I loved my bruises! I am the human punching bag. And you can beat me as much as you like!