The world is safer thanks to Rajinikanth

He’s the everyday-man’s hero. He looks just like any other macha at the mamak, pot-bellied, smelly and of thinning hair. With his fucking cool 80’s denim jacket, chewing his gum like he owned the streets. Thing is, he owns the streets.

Thugs don’t fucking stand a chance, 4 of them coming at him. He just shrugs them off by sheer force of his Indian manliness. He exhales and sends a few more of them flying into jeeps and electrical pylons.