The Challenge Pg 4

Cerebus: Cerebus is going to have to finish you off quickly...
B.B.: But...
B.B.: UNFF!
Sound Effect: WHUMPP!
S.G.: ...eleven ...twelve...thirteen...

B.B.: But...
B.B.: UNHHH!
Cerebus: Before being in teh proximity of your armpits proves fatal! S.G.: ...fourteen...

Sound Effect: WRENCH! TWIST! KICK! GOUGE! BEND!
B.B.: ...but...
S.G.: ...fifteen...sixteen..

B.B.: ...but...
S.G.: seventeen...eighteen...
Cerebus: You can stop counting now - there's not much doubt that Cerebus will last for a few more seconds.

Cerebus: Cerebus needs the money to pay for a horse...
Cerebus: This southland sun is turning his fur pink.
S.G.: But that was what my brother was trying to inform you regarding which. We are but poor farm workers merely attempting to find for our most humble selves gainful employment...
Cerebus: What about the five gold pieces?
S.G.: Long gone I am afraid. My brother had a record of two hundred and seventy wins and one tie. It began to seem foolish to fill the purse when no one ever beat him.

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