When a nagging little broken hip flared up, Kowloon even eschewed the advice of his respected running doctor Chestostopholes (Chesto-stoff-o-leez), who had already ordered up the super-sized portions of Coca Cola and cortisone. It is still unclear whether Chestostopholes planned to share his wares.
"I thought Kowloon was doing this crazy approach," commented the freshly chaste Gaffer 2000, from beneath his burka. "I guess I'm just not one for new fads in training. Call me old fashioned. Oh well."
A tip of the cap to Kowloon, who has already filed papers for the handicap division on Johnny Rocket's shuffleboard tour.