Believe me, it is.
I once helped a guy jump start his junker. He always wore fake Rolex's. He told his nephew to get in the car and crank the starter. At the very second the nephew cranked the ignition, I noticed that fake Rolex was about an eighth of inch above the coil. It happened too fast for me to warn him. A fat blue arc hit that Rolex, his head shot up like he'd been hit by a Mike Tyson upper cut, and the hood slammed down on his head. It was great.
Who's this Fansome character up the page? Isn't he the one who mistakes manatees for aging pop stars and lusts after goats?