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O'Chunks: I don't know what he is, but with how he's managed to win, he has the luck of the Irish. |
General Guy: He's got a head on his shoulders, but does he have muscles on his arms? |
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Larry: Will his desire for revenge power him to victory? Nah, he's still a loser... |
Nastasia: We know she can make others do what she wants, but she doesn't seem to want to fight... |
The announcer:
The referee:
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Anti Guy: Welcome to another fight in Roy’s Sports Hall. Today we have an interesting matchup. In the Red Corner, we’ve got the current two-week winner. Thinking he’s got what it takes to become a three-week winner, it’s O’Chunks.
O’Chunks: Ay, let me at ‘em! I’ll take ‘em all out at once!
Anti Guy: Now in the other corner, the blue one, we have an unlikely challenger. It appears Count Bleck’s very own personal secretary, Nastasia, is coming out and seems just as determined to become the winner. I… think?
Nastasia: Um, hello.
O’Chunks: … W-w-what? I have to fight you…?
Larry: What the? What kind of fight is this going to be, pitting a hulking brute like O’Chunks against someone who doesn’t even fight like Nastasia?
Roy: Yep, just to show everyone that we here in the Sports Hall don’t discriminate against anybody, and treat everyone with equality and respect.
Kamek: Hey!
Roy: Except when they’re losers who tick me off! Roy Special!
WHAM BAM CRACK!!!
Kamek: WAAAAAAAAAaaaaaghhhhh…
Anti Guy: Now we go to Larry’s prediction.
Larry: You serious? Do I even have to say this? I can’t possibly see Nastasia having a chance against someone like O’Chunks. No contest.
Anti Guy: Well now, this looks like it’ll be a fast fight.
Roy: Great. Get on with it then.
Pokey: Fight.
Nastasia: Um, just walk away and let me win, K?
O’Chunks: W-what? But… I… you…
Anti Guy: What’s going on here? O’Chunks seems to be hesitating.
Nastasia: Get disqualified so I can win, K?
O’Chunks: Uhhr… I’m not sure… I really don’t want to fight you, don’tcha know… But if I leave…
Roy: What is this?! Fight, you pansy!
O’Chunks: I can’t just leave like that… can I?
Nastasia: Do it. For me, K?
O’Chunks: Yes, my love…
Anti Guy: O’Chunks is leaving! Is this some kind of mind control, or could it be something else?
Pokey: O’Chunks disqualified. Nastasia wins.
Larry: Oh PLEASE! This is some kind of conspiracy against my predictions! It’s not my fault, I tell you!
Roy: Yeah it is. The only thing you’re good at is failing at everything.
Anti Guy: Isn’t that some kind of paradox?
Larry: BlagidiblagidiblagadiAAG! End Transmission!
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