I watched him, mildly bemused. I mulled over my thoughts as to who he might be, though I consequently came to the conclusion that I had never met him before. He looked peculiar, in a certain manner, and his many eccentricities perturbed me. For one, he was hurling a bald head at me, which I found disgusting, albeit amusing.
In an attempt to show off my flashy skills, I jumped into the air, and manipulating my bone structure so carelessly, caused small blunt bones to protrude from my soles, delivering a roundhouse kick with my right foot as I did so, smashing the bald head to bits, whilst sending pieces of the broken rock back at you, in a frenzied manner.
Rude, as it was, to attack without first greeting, I was no doubt intrigued by this man. I was ready for a fight.
The picturesque scene pleasured me, though certainly not in that manner.