Terror personified stumbles super terrifyingly down the 24/7 Hallway. It slips a little on a banana peel, but then recovers super-terrible like

BE AFRAID!

IT'S MOTHAFUCKIN' HOTDOG!

"Ooiin'k oink oink oink oink oink ooink oink oink Ooiinnk ooiink oink oink oink ooink ooiink ooiink. Ooink oink oink oooiiinnkk ooink oink oink oooiinnkk."


The Pork King spies Marf doing Marf things.

"OINK! Oink ooiinnk oooiiinnnkk! Oin'k oink oink oink oink oink ooiink oink oink oink oink oink oink Oooiinnk'k oink oink. Oink oink ooink, ooink?..."


He sneaks up to Marf, who definitely sees him coming from a mile away and just grumbles something to himself in preparation for the ensuing conflict.

"OINK OINK OINK, OOINK!"


Hotdog jumps, crotch-first, towards Marf.

Except he doesn't jump very well, so just careens forward crashing all 2,000+ pounds into Marf. The X-Treme Champion topples over and Hotdog winds up on his back, legs flailing in the air, with just his turd-dagged tail flopped over Marf's shoulder. It's enough for a referee to emerge from a nearby trash can (for reasons) and start the count!

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