Zib has to be a psyop. Or some sort of Avant Garde art project. There is no way that man is trying to play hockey. It makes absolutely no sense. There is a janitor that works in my office that is on some sort of traditional chinese cocaine and hustles like you have never seen; he works so hard that the company does a special collection for him for the holidays. We need to sit Zib in a room with him for 24 hours and have him ingest whatever the heck it is that motors that dude.