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* WWKD? is hanging around at an undisclosed location in the back, sipping whiskey, thinking about what a fucking retarded name 'Poc is, when something strikes him.*
" Pork Soda sounds really disgusting... I'm pretty sure there is no way that could ever be delicious... That should be one of my certitudes..."
* As he jots down his newest certitude, he catches wind of the shit storm that spews from the mouth of "'Poc"... whatever the fuck that is.*
" It's a shame... A shame that my biggest concern really is what a 'Poc is. The man himself doesn't concern me... His ability, much like his looks, are laughable. He has no chance of amounting to anything in this battle. He doesn't have the wit, he doesn't have the skill, and he doesn't have "it." Furthermore, from what I heard, he was babbling about shoving coconuts up asses... That is not something you talk about on the television... That is something that would appear in a TOVO sextape... I wonder if that's where he got the idea? Watching or participating?
You know, I really don't want to think about that. I just hope 'Poc has fun with his cocounts and gets his rocks off before the battle, because once he goes face to face with WWKD?, I'm pretty damn sure his testicles will shrivel and crawl back up into his body, rendering them useless. I suppose that is a good thing though, because while I'm still not sure what a 'Poc is, I'm pretty damn positive we dont' want little ones running around.
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