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Phantom Panzer · **06-26-2017, 05:36 AM**

"Man. When I look at accomplishments, I took note that you lost the Hart title on April 1st. Let me take out my little Tiny Tim's Private Dick Kit, so I can look at this fact in a little more investigatory manner."

He summons up a toy box that oddly looks like a Dick Tracy Lunchbox. Opens it up, turns out there's a mold monster that flies out of it, and goes on a rampage across the stadium for the Warfare show coming up. He dicks among the black goop, and pulls out a magnifying glass. It cleans up in his hands, then appearing before him, is the dates that Robbie held the Hart belt and when he lost it.

"Ahhhh, ohhh... hmmm oh yes, that's righteous, that's great! Yeah! Yeah! EUREKA'S CASTLE! I GOT IT!"

He then appears next to Robbie

"It turns out your reign was one big April Fool's joke. That's what it was, and the payoff was great! You fat fucking stupid looking jizz chugger. And that's coming from a Grade A jizz chugger! I also chug it through the ass!"

He disappears and reappears in his little dimension.

"Now, run along, go play with your boyfriend. Get ready for your match. You're not needed.

Scoot! Skidaddle! Get outta he-ah!"

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