Look at the determination and resilience on that face. That is the face of a lethal and unstoppable weapon. Someone who will not let anyone get in the way between himself and his mission. Someone who will find a way in through any crack or punch a hole through any wall in order to get to his target. Someone with complete disregard for his own safety or the damage his body might suffer in the line of duty. This is the face of a brutal and calculating killing machine, whose only objective is to reach for his target and make it bleed. And there is nothing more threatening and deadly than than a man with nothing to lose and nothing more to live for.
Once, during an early soundcheck, Freddie got mad at the rest of the band over something and stormed out, saying he was leaving for good. When he didn’t return after about half an hour, Roger and John were panicking, certain he’d made good on his threat. Brian, however, calmly picked up the microphone Freddie had discarded and called into it, “Oh, Freddie? Freddie-poo? Freddiekins, where are you?” A moment later Freddie poked his head back in to yell “Don’t call me that!” Brian just smiled and said, “I knew that would get you back in here.”