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Ultimate Death
Tournament
- The Fights
- Post Tournament
"Spoooooooon!!"
The huge hero bounds into the arena.
"Where is my cunning oppenent, filled to
He looks from one end of the arena to the other, but sees nothing.
"Odd. What kind of trickery is this?"
He picks up the toast and looks under it. He sets the toast back down and ponders the situation. Then, in surprise, he realizes what is going on.
"I see, my clever little friend. You thought you could fool me with such a ingenius disguise? Well I am happy to dissapoint you, you burnt fiend, you see I am The Tick, the champion of The City, and I cannot be swayed from justice with such a simple trick."
The toast does nothing, it just sits there on the plate, almost mocking our favorite hero.
"The silent type I see, your probably waiting for me to turn my back so you can strike. What do you have, some sort of rocket launcher, or perhaps a chemical weapon hidden under that convienetly placed slice of butter?"
Still the toast sits there in defiance.
"DAMMIT MAN, DO OR SAY SOMETHING! DON'T JUST SIT THERE, FIGHT ME!"
Nothing still. Somewhere off in the distance, a cricket chirps.
"THAT'S IT! I, FOR ONE, WILL NOT STAND BY AND BE MADE FUN OF BY A MERE PIECE OF TOAST, IF YOU WILL NOT ATTACK THEN I WILL DEFEAT YOU NOW!"
The Tick picks up the toast and looks it over, than starts to cautiously move it towards his mouth.
"Taste justice in my warm gooey innards of goodness you crispy-edged fiend!"
With one bite The Tick swallows the toast and then lets out a small belch.
"MMMMmm, could have used some jam and a glass of milk, but that matters not, for I have once again saved the day from evil."