Playboy: So what!? You're stupid!
Helga: Well you're a fat dummy head! I hope you die!
Playboy: Your momma!
You see, coming up as a child, Playboy didn't have the instant and witty comebacks that he now has. In fact, after the incident I am about to describe, he more than likely dedicated his life to learning comebacks and hanging out with people that had good comebacks.
Playboy: Well do you want to fight me or not?
Helga: I'm going to beat your butt so bad that your mom will cry, ugly face!
Of course, Playboy took this rather harsh. A single punch jerks the obese girl's head to the side. She picks him up, with ease might I add, and tosses him to the side.
Playboy: SRRS!
Confusion is what sweeps across the face of Helga. Playboy instantly jumps up and connects with a modified 3/4 facelock running inverted bulldog, known now as the infamous *[insert wrassler here]Cutter* Helga's face slams against the jagged rocks on the ground.
Playboy: Now what!? You don't have anything on me, fat butt! I wish you would get up, stupid!
As a form of ending it, Playboy delivers a rather messy elbow drop to the ribs of the large female. Suddenly, one of the coaches walks up to break up the fisticuff.
Coach Walker: Ummm... can you spell detention?
Playboy: Why yes, it's d-e-t- wait a minute! She started it!
Coach Walker: Right... and I stare at Victoria Secret magazines at night while- anyway, you're going to detention for the rest of the week, and then you're apologizing to this nice young girl.
Shedding some fake tears, Helga chuckles to herself as the Coach drags Playboy away from the scene.
Back to the present Playboy folds his arms and smirks.
Playboy: So can you top that? It was hard back then... weekend detention, etcetera etcetera.
Juan Shan: So you want me to be tellin' my story to yo' wussy ass?
Fine... I got dis.
Juan Shan's Flashback...
