Ghost Tank is seen in the sky, with a missile right between his legs, riding it like it was a bull. Both he and the missile collide right in front of Andrews, however, the bomb didn't go off, for it was a dud, and Ghost Tank fell off the missile, slamming his face into the ground from the impact. He then looks up from the impact hole he made with his upper body and saw Andrews. So he got up, dusted himself off, then ran straight towards Andrews, yanking him him from his vehicle, and proceeds to lay into him with fist after fist, raining blows upon him.

LOOK AT WHAT YOU MAKE ME DO!

He begins to sob while pounding Andrews like a virgin's meat or more like a chef tenderizing some chicken breasts. And once Andrews is unconscious, he pins him. Soon, the missile opens, and a huge cloud of weed smoke comes out, followed by a high as balls referee, who see the cover, and he walks towards the two, only to collapse and begin counting.

One...







Dude... after this, can I get, like, a meat lovers pizza?





Two.....

Well, Ghost Tank still sucks. Go figure.

Robbie turns and resumes digging through garbage in his adorable little sun bonnet and tattered wrestling gear. The pride he displays in being a homeless man literally eating other people's trash is immense, because after all it has got to be better than existing as Ghost Tank.

Christian sighs, then kicks out.