We see Jackie running around in a pair of bike shorts holding two bags of concrete on his shoulders outside of the houseboat parked in an empty lot in a cul-de-sac. Black Angus, Jackie's surly trainer/manager steps forward.

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Aye, I knew ye be wundrin' wut flag Jackie baye will be hoistin' come Wednesday.

Angus unfurls a piece of cloth as Bob Whiskey, Jackie's sparring partner, rushes out and whacks Jackie in the belly with a piece of garden hose. The piece of cloth, a flag, is seen for all.



Angus gfaws, which is a verb if you can't understand sentence structure, and takes a hit off of his bottle from up his ass. Jackie runs forward.

That's right, I...

Ow! Stop!

Jackie gets whacked in the ribs by a raw piece of hose.