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[lobby__boy]

They were warriors in the wake of victory,
telling and retelling this and that blow,
quieting when the first thrower
walks into the room,
awaiting his rehearsal.
"Man," he begins,
"they really picked the wrong..."
and is drowned out by
yeah's and youkickedass's
and "What kinda pussy
brings brass knuckles?"
So they reveled on through the evening,
and each newcomer to the house
learned of the king's first punch,
its arc, the pussy with the brass knuckles,
and the gash on his left eye,
all through the night until they had all passed out;
kings of the night, they slept through the day.