Pancakes or Waffles Part 2
Well we have a winner and by a landslide to boot.
dum dum dum dum!
So, now the cycle of pain continues. Bring the noise.
In the blue corner, the defending champion. Weighing in at about the size of a big dachshund. Da wivew ottuw.
You can see why this guy won the first fight. That no bullshit, never give up, fuck-or-fight spirit. He chews those rocks into dust to harden his deadly teeth. Hiii-ya!
And in this corner, a worthy competitor indeed. From the mean streets of southern and western africa. Able to emit a foul smelling scent from his anal glands. Capable of playing dead AND climbing trees. Sugar Ray Ploecat.
He's a ferrocious fighter. Oh yes he is.
All right, I wanna see a fair fight, none of this. None of this. And certainly none of ThIs.