Taco walks in, scratches himself on a table leg, and then flops down onto Rain's face, essentially pinning the champion under 150 pounds of pure, grass-fed, USDA Grade A other white meat.


"Onk."

"Anybody fancy a bit of bacon?"

Rain's cousin Snow sprints in with a frying pan [one of her trademarks] and goes to swing it across the back of Taco's skull. Taco rolls off using his quick pig reflexes, scurrying off as he oinks and farts off into the distance. Snow and Rain discuss how difficult it will be to keep the title in the camp of The Perfect Storm...