Enter: The Ghost!!
Wait, what’s that over in the corner?!?
It’s the Ghost!! And he looks pissed, Bob!!
The Ghost is in the arena. And he’s moving towards the stage, grabbing the mike from Beastie Bag to address the crowd:
Ghost: Why y’all be haters?! Y’all don’t know me!! Y’all don’t know me!! Step off, beyoches!! I’m the Ghost!! I don’t need no votes for you HCwD of the Week contest, when I got this sweet sailor hottie right here to worship my dog-tags and shaved chest!! Kiss my bling, hatahs!!
And now the Ghost is picking up a chair, and flinging it into the ring!! Bob, this could get ugly…
But wait…
Is it…?
Douche Lee!!
Douche Lee is entering the ring, Bob!! He’s approaching The Ghost, who doesn’t know what to do. Now he’s putting his zen hand on The Ghost’s shoulder to calm him down, and picking up the mic…
Douche Lee: Ghost, if you do not settle down, I will be forced to thrash you. Beastie won. Accept your loss. Allow the Zen Douche spirit to soothe your pain. Grease up your forehead and The Grieco will show you the way to the higher path.
I believe in you, Ghost. I see your douche potential. Now put down the chair and let me buy you an energy drink.
And so peace was returned to the arena.
Sphincter.
