And all six billion of these freaks know perfectly well of it's existence... That calm cooled voice at the back of your head saying something like; don't do it! Consequence this and consequence that!.. The usual shit that we all passover for fiction.
Then 2 years down the line some prick taps you on the shoulder while grunting like a mysophobic gorilla and reminds you in a slow pro-longed shout of your past time, what would follow after that is unspeakable at this moment - but a smart person would know that he's going to surpass 6 foot 10 and his weight, grossly only starting to climax at 120kg.
So what you'd prefer to do is send him a heart felt attack to the neck - but this sort of move consists of an ancient Buddhist meditation technique called Kuji-in and the positioning called Kai which is the "sealing of inner bonds".
The deed is done, now all you've got is a split second of confusion to escape. Things tend to get messy when you're under fire so the stand your ground option is a lone road leading to defeat.
The only thing you'd have to worry about now will only come in the next 2 years or so. Just remember to go for the balls this time; the troll never ceases to forget where you're treads been laid.