Duke clutches his enormous genitals in momentous pain. He sees Sayors with the butcher knife.

Sayors swings.....




Duke grabs the wrist of Sayors which is in full swing. He squeezes the wrist slowly but surely....


Sayors look of determination slowly changes to fear.....


Sayors drops the knife....


DUKE: "So..... Steve Sayors..... we meet again.... You little piece of sh*t! What? Did you plan to hurt me? Kill me?"


Sayors says nothing.....

Instead....



Duke reaches up with his free hand and clutches Sayors by the throat....



He lifts....



And SLAMS him through the catering table!



Sayors crashes through the table.... All different foods scattered all over him....


Ironically.... an oscar meyer weiner sticks out of his opened mouth as he lay unconcious....