Counting down means the end is always in sight

Two fists are all it takes to shut your piehole. Two fists are useless unless connected to two arms, unless some elaborate pre-planning has been carried out. Two fists with nails through them are enough to make people feel guilty for thousands of years. Two fists need to be washed before handling food, digital media, small children, or the back of a nun's head. Two fists are all it takes to interrupt an otherwise routine bris. Two fists can be your best friends when everyone else is paying attention to someone just like you but prettier. Two fists are the judge, the jury, and that's it, because there are only two of them. Two fists will be around long after everyone's forgotten why they like you in the first place. Two fists can be combined to form one big fist, but no one does that because it looks silly. The best thing about two fists is always the other fist. Two fists guarantee entry at most any Masonic rite ceremony. Two fists are too many, but one never seems like enough. Two fists will fit up there, but they've gotta go one at a time. Two fists made this country great, and someday, they'll belt your kids for acting even tougher than you.