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| Let the melee' commence...
| Back up!... back up.... OOPS! This isn't good! PENALTY!
| CSFA Fencing at its best.
| Gus prepares to parry the attack.
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| En Garde! Come and get me.
| Beth and Biff, battle of the B's.
| Joy! I'm so happy to defeat you!
| Epee champion is crowned at midnight.
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| Look at me! I used an epee' THIS BIG!
| Foil champion. How do you uses these sabre thingies?
| Shake it baby, shake it.
| Men in skirts ROCK, baby. They Rock!
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| Dancin' Inferno.
| The Crayons have to rest before they melt.
| The saber champion has a few words he would like to say...
| She wore a raspberry barret ...
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| It takes a man of many hats...
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