When a nice guy says, “No more Mister Nice Guy,” the world of men have failed in some intricate, inarticulate, yet definite way -

As a nice guy announces, “No more Mister Nice Guy,” 
-cry- for you and I have just died a little bit more as the last justifiable homocide just became a little bit more justified -

Eventually, the last Mister Nice Guy will say, “No more Mister Nice Guy,” and when nice guys go extinct the world will stink then sink into a kissless abyss, roach-infested, biodegradably degradingly digested, a city horrified than atrophied, a stratosphere filled with everything we hear as a thump we heard, as a species we were, the world as a hole that has nothing to do with us…