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!

1...

2...

Marf manages to kick out while beginning to violently shake. With some flashbacks tickling their way into his mind from the stench of the massive hog, Marf covers his nose while getting back to his feet. He thought he had moved on from having a revolting pig laying upon him but here we are. He turns up his Canadian.

Take off, eh! Fuckin’ hoser…

With a swift kick to the hindquarters of the pig, Marf sends it scurrying away while he scoops up his Xtreme title and leaves, still dry heaving at the smell and sad memories.