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Why would we fight you, Baz? I mean, let's be honest, you wouldn't last more than a minute or two before you were crying and begging for mercy.
A fight with you would be a warmup for a real fight, one where I might actually have to show why they call me the dirtiest player in the game, the man who will do anything to win. You might even say, "Gee, Solitaire, you're old, you're washed up, you got nothing left." You'd be wrong. DAMN wrong. Space Mountain may be the oldest ride in the park, but it's also got the longest line! So bring it on and I'll just smack you down again, like I did all the others who wanted to be as good as me but failed.
You say you want to fight me. You really don't. Trust me on that one. Why? Because in order to BE the man, you have to Beat the man, and my friend, you will Never. Beat. The Man.
Then again, come on. Fight me. I got about 15 minutes to kill before CSI's on, and it's good to work up a bit of a sweat. |
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