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Huffin Puffin: This butterball will bowl you over if you get into his path, which is wide. |
Crazee Dayzee: Pretty tough for such a cheerful fellow, this flower knows you lose if you snooze. |
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Mr. Blizzard: If his heart's as cold as his body, he'll be unmercifully victorious. |
Bashful: You'll bounce off him, but insults and jokes won't. He's kind of a wuss, really. |
The announcer:
The referee:
***
Glum Reaper: *sigh* Welcome once again to Roy's meager Sports Hall.
Roy: Meager? What's that mean?
Glum Reaper: *sigh* Never mind. In the Red Corner of blood and violence is Huffin Puffin, who is doomed to be huffing and puffing forever.
Huffin Puffin: *puff* I will *huff* win *puff*.
Glum Reaper: *sigh* And in the Blue Corner of black eyes and illness is Bashful, the pitiful blob forever embarrassed.
Bashful: Um... uh... Do I have to fight in front of all of these people?
Glum Reaper: *sigh* And now we must sit through another of Larry's depressing predictions.
Larry: All right, today I have the most surprising choice I've ever made.
Glum Reaper: *sigh* Besides Torpedo Ted?
Larry: I thought everyone forgot that... Anyway, I am going with Huffin!
Glum Reaper: *sigh* Any particular reason why?
Larry: Well, I considered my option very carefully and heavily weighed both.
Flashback...
Larry: (throwing darts at a wall) All right, I'll go with whoever's picture I end up hitting first.
Larry throws several more at the wall and then it is revealed that the darts form the shape of Huffin Puffin.
Larry: It must be some sort of sign! Now I just need to figure out a creative reason...
End Flashback...
Roy: That's pretty cheap, you know. I'll have to electricute twice as much for that.
Larry: Not like you haven't done the same thing.
Roy: I haven't, loser.
Glum Reaper: *sigh* I know I've done that in those cases when I have a choice between two guys.
Popple: I do that all the time whenever I'm robbing people.
Roy: Argh! Fine, I do it to decide Sports Hall contestants, okay?!
Glum Reaper: *sigh* I knew you were gullible.
Roy: Grr...
Popple: Time to steal the spotfight; light! Wait... Fight!
Bashful: Um... uh... Geez, there are too many people watching me.
Huffin: *huff* Kamikaze *puff* Tackle! *huff* *puff*
Bashful: Oh geez, you're embarrassing me. Bash-Ful!
Glum Reaper: *sigh* Bashful's bulk repelled the damage and he retaliated by stomping on Bumpty. *sigh*
Bashful: Oh boy... I d-don't like attention!
Huffin: *huff* *puff* Blow the House Down! *puff*
Glum Reaper: *sigh* Huffin blew most of the audience out of the building, but only moved Bashful a few feet backwards.
Bashful: Well, I'm a little less embarrassed now.
Huffin: *puff* *huff* *puff* Tackle! *huff*
Bashful: Tackle!
Glum Reaper: *sigh* The two merely bounced off each other. Mortal fools.
Bashful: You can't even hurt me!
Huffin: At least *puff* I *huff* don't have *huff* a big *puff* nose.
Bashful: B-big nose?! Um... uh.... Why didn't anyone tell me?! I'm so embarrassed!!!
Popple: Bashful has left the building! Huffin Puffin has stolen this one AND displayed bad sportsmanship! Nice.
Roy: Larry actually got one right...
Glum Reaper: *sigh* At this rate, I'll be refereeing two matches from now.
Roy: Annnnnyhoo...
Larry: BLAGIDIBLAGIDIBLAGIDIBLAGIDIBLAGIDIBLAGIDIAGADIAAG! End Transmission!
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