Oh gods, I swear on me mum's best frying pan, I'm blessed with the luck of a freakin' leprechaun, but at the same time, I've got the brain capacity of a boiled potato. I mean, seriously, how do I manage to pull off some epic stunts in the heat of battle, only to then turn around and walk straight into a wall like a blindfolded bull in a china shop? It's like my brain's playin' some twisted game of eeny meeny miny moe with my decision making skills. One minute I'm the king of the...