HHH: Hey, Shawn...c-c-can ya hand me my crutches? I go out next to address my fans.
HBK: Sure...here ya go...(hands him one crutch, then whacks HHH in both quads, tearing both, then hits him in both biceps, tearing them also, and leaving HHH out of action for 2½ years while single-handedly keeping DX on life support by beating Edge and Orton week after week on RAW in the same dull way.)
J.R.: Mahgawd! Another concerto for Orton! Somebody's gotta stop this or somebody's gonna get seriously hurt here, King!
King: Uh...I...
think it's a little late for that, J.R.
J.R.: What're you
talking about, King?
King: Ah, screw this. I Quit, I'm gonna go lay down in traffic on New York's 5th Avenue.
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