"You're such a loser," Roxy said as she stepped into the ring. She looked at the stones and gulped. It would take all of her concentration to manipulate the heavy weight with enough skill to avoid squashing Wolfram flat. He was a jerk, but he didn't need to be a two-dimensional jerk. She suddenly realized that Wolfram might have a better chance than she thought.
Strong Bad sauntered up. "Is this like a carnival game or something? Ring the buzzer and win a prize? Sure, I'll ring that buzzer. I better win something good though. Like a stuffed The Cheat or a sack of grumblecakes or something."
"Then it is only fitting that a lord will signal the beginning of the match." Wolfram hands him his buzzer. "I will tell you when it's time. Will you be able to manage it with those gloves on?"
"Hey, now." Strong Bad was so tired of people asking him about taking his gloves off. Would they take their hands off? No! Then why would he take his gloves off?! "Your buzzer is in good hands. I mean, gloves. I mean, my hands which are boxing gloves."
"We will see who is the winner and who is the loser after this match, wench!" He angrily turned his back from her, holding the buzzer. "I am just waiting for more witnesses to your inevitable humiliation!"
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