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Never fight a guy in a wheelchair in close quarters. Once you're within arm's reach, you're in his melee range, and once he grabs a hold of you, you are FUCKED.

Nevermind the chair itself, it's their upper body strength that's your primary problem here. Every day is arms and chest day if your primary form of locomotion is pushing yourself forward by hand. If you get grabbed, you're getting wrung into a pretzel.

It's kinda how you don't want to get kicked by a horse because all a horse does is use leg and eat grass, but with arms that can grab, and as previously mentioned, pretzel you

All horses want to do is eat grass and kick ass.

well maybe you should blearily wake up at 5:08 in the pre-dawn light and find the sleeping soft tiny mammal body of your cat just inches from your head like a miracle too beautiful for speech, and you should rustle one hand out from your blankets to rub fingertip circles across the warm eggshell dome of her little velvet-wrapped skull and on the bristly patches just where the cups of her ears begin, and as she inclines her head into your fingers and purrs without ever opening her little eyes you should feel a love so tender that you understand how that love could have reached out from the fireside into the inky spangled nights long gone to reach her, and then you'll feel better

[Image ID: Tumblr tag from hotTubSharts reading: and then maybe she'll wake you again at 6 to the sound of her puking on the floor. maybe /End ID]