Fish Tacos of Death

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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

"Arf," you bark, which translates to, "No."

And you calmly step out to take the hit.

"JENKINS, YOU IDIOT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" shouts Coach Phil Jackson as a flaming dodgeball flies towards your face. It's in slow motion now. "NO ONE CAN SURVIVE THAT!"

"Arf arf," you bark, which translates to, "Until now."

Then, summoning your elemental powers and instantly recalling all your totally secret Sportsball agility training, you jump, climb up the airborne flaming dodgeball, then with a backflip and a fierce kick with both legs, you send the ball flying back towards Kuty the Impaler.

"Whoa," whispers Coach Phil Jackson. "He truly is... The One."

Kuty the Impaler, in stunned shock at your successful execution of "Super Awesome Backflip Kill Kick," which has been handed down from generation to generation, turns to run, but the flaming dodgeball is gaining on him. He stumbles and loses his footing, looking back just in time to utter the word "NYET!" before the ball makes impact with his face and engulfs him in flame.

The judges all hold up their rankings. 10. 10. 10. 10. 9.5. 10. 4. 7. 10.

PERFECT SCORES!

TOTAL SPORTSBALL WIN!

Proceed to win things!

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