It's a shame... we were neck in neck for so long, but somewhere along the line he inched ahead, and that inch got wider and wider probably as a result of the psychological effects of being behind, but also his (frankly) superior fighting strategies.
So he's fighting the first incarnation of Sin and it seems to be doing alright. Heck, he may be able to do it! As a "true sport" I truly do want him to beat it, because than I can still feel part of some kind of victory. The victory of trying to do something silly and hilarious and succeeding.
Again thanks to the spectators. Without you guys... well, honestly we probably still would have done it, but it sure made it less unpleasant having some pretty and smart folks milling around.
So I bid you all a fond farewell, and may all of your fantasies be final.
No wait, may your final fantasy come true...
Here, maybe I'll try to get the X in there:
May you finally engage in all of your disgusting X-rated fantasies.
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