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 CAIN iced his brother.

LOVE… these five fingers, they go straight to the soul of man. The right hand, the hand of love.

The story of life is this: STATIC.

One hand is always fighting the other hand. And the left hand is kicking much ass. I mean, it looks like the Right Hand, LOVE, is finished. But hold on, stop the presses, the Right Hand’s coming back. Yeah, he’s got the Left Hand on the ROPES, now. That’s right. Yeah. BOOM. That’s a DEVASTATING right and HATE is hurt. DOWN! OH! OH! Left Hand, HATE, KO’ed by LOVE.

If I love you, I love you.

But, If I hate you…