And there's the pitch. Snargle Whitley has blocked the throw. Onto Phip Dudsnip, he's running, but his faceplate has fallen off. Rotten luck
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Snargle is maneuvering into defense. His rollerskates are glowing. The goalposts are rotating in an out of the forth dimension. What a game!
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Dudsnip has crossed 3 of the 120 endzones! Has he sighted the Snitch? The players' spleens are rupturing. Sure to go down in Golf history!
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Too late for Dudsnip! Buntfraggle Scotsman has seized the True Diamond and is now bellowing the Score Hex at the top of his indigo lung sacs
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Hold on, the Council of Elders calling a Stasis to measure Buntfraggle's prosthetic lung sacs—they're above regulation dimensions! Scandal!
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The Regulator is proclaiming a Sacred Moment. Both teams return to their yurts to replenish their supply of Blood and Gold. Score is
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@DeityOfReligion I had to blow this up to about 400% to identify the pig icon.
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. Banned in Sweden. SubGenius, Zhuangist, white-hat troll. Defrocked mathematician. Brain problems.