Let me tell you the story of Right Hand/Left Hand. It’s a tale of good and evil.
Hate: It was with this hand that Cane iced his brother.
Love: These five fingers, they go straight to the soul of man.
Right Hand, the hand of Love.
The story of life is this: Static.
One hand is always fighting the other hand, and Left Hand is kicking much ass.
I mean, it looks like Right Hand, Love, is finished. But hold on, stop the presses.
Right Hand is coming back. Yeah, he’s got Left Hand on the ropes, now. That’s right.
Ooh, it’s a devastating right and Hate is hurt, he’s down!
Left Hand, Hate, KO’d by Love.