...Ref's unconscious.

Still.

Even I, the narrator, am stunned.

Robbie can summon up baby carrots and instantly get a job delivering pizza, (So much for that American job crisis...)

But he can't figure out one referee is necessary for this scenario to work?

NKWC beats his head backwards against the concrete floor, as he berates Bourbon.

"I can't even call you stupid, Robbie. How can I outline your stupidity verbally when your actions speak so much louder!?!"

'...Oh shit. This idiot can only win arguments in his own head.'

His Title is ALSO Glorious Leader.

Like calling Obama, Mr. President, Commander in Chief or Corrupt Tyrant.

They're different titles, all equally true.

And you say I'm obsessed with semantics and conundrums?

I never said I was unloyal to him.

I SAID THE FUCKING OPPOSITE.

I HAVE TO QUOTE MYSELF NOW BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO FUCKING STUPID TO COMPREHEND ENGLISH.

Quote:His title is Supreme Leader. Hence we call him that. I am loyal to his rule but no more.

I work for the Supreme Leader. An employee.

There's a difference between 'lapdog' and 'employee'. I'd explain it, BUT I ALREADY DID.

Did I get defensive? Or did I state that you're too fat to call others fat?

I'd say people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.

But you'd just start eating rocks and claiming 'there isn't glass in North Korea'.

It's easy to pretend you're winning an argument when you're DEAF AND DELUSIONAL, ROBBIE.

Diabetes and hearing loss, the US' biggest health concerns, and Bourbon has both.

Good luck fixing that with your flawed, capitalist American healthcare system.

At this point, I should copy your playbook and argue with myself. MY OPPONENT WOULD HAVE FOUR WHOLE BRAIN CELLS.

'Oh shit, this guy has four brain cells.'

I have four or more brain cells. You do not.

I'M COVERING MY ASS SO YOU DON'T CHERRY PICK AND SOMEHOW MAKE YOURSELF LOOK EVEN DUMBER.

'Recommending cherries? A FRUIT? Oh shit, this guy's calling me fat again.'

YOU'VE TAKEN THE JOYFUL ACTIVITY OF ASSAULTING A FAT MENTALLY-CHALLENGED BOY AND MADE IT TEDIOUS!!!!

When did I renounce the Supreme Leader?

My stance hasn't changed.

Glory to True Korea.

Glory to Kim Jong-Un.

Fuck YOU.

YOU'RE not worth my time.

You're having heart palpatations, hallucinating and yelling at straw men.

Pretending a Latin phrase that operates as a term definition for English speakers... Still isn't English.

Both in Merriam-Webster, but didn't come from here? GO BACK TO LATINLAND.

How perfectly Xenophobicly American.

I'm done.

Thanks for that last promo's length.

524 words.

Goodbye."

NKWC lifts his knee into Robbie's crotch!

Hero's Whatever-Ends-This-Fight-Already!

Robbie rolls in pain as NKWC mounts him, brass-knuckles ready.

He cradles Robbie's skull and starts pounding him again and again in the face.

The Korean looks up and calls out to nearby XWF officials.

"STOP THIS. THIS WAS AT NO POINT COMPETITIVE OR EVEN ENTERTAINING."

NKWC's right fist, after six blows, is drenched in blood.

He smiles.

And continues.