Things are lookin pretty bad for Zizek an it's only round two an the cow's just landed two body blows an a jab an he's already goin a little wobbly. The cow's bigger an meaner an the smart money's always on the cow but Zizek's got one thing that cow can never have: heart. "Cow's got a five-pound heart capable a pumpin ten-thousand pints a blood a day," says the ol farmhand chewin on a long tall blade a grass. Well then Zizek's got somethin different that cow can never have: opposable thumbs. He can turn doorknobs like you wouldn't believe. "Keep fightin Zizek!" says me an he does cause we believe in Zizek. "We believe in you Zizek!" says Giblets. Giblets doesn't believe in Zizek. Giblets believes in the cow, Giblets is bettin on the cow, but Giblets is also bettin Zizek won't go down till the fifth. The cow jumps around the ring with the poise an speed of a dancer, betraying its years of training with the Bolshoi before it was forced by cruel circumstance and a callous uncle to go home and work the family prune orchards. Oh cow, don't blame your dashed dreams on Zizek! If he could give you back the graceful majesty of the ballet he would. The cow advances ominously but Zizek's back an he's movin mighty fast! He ducks! He dodges! He is felled by a quasi-legal udder throw. Years from now we'll forget the place an the time an the names an the match (it's a pretty borin match) but we will never forget this moment, this titanic clash of man and cow, together like the elements in the wind. Well, we'll probably forget that too. "Nuts," says Giblets.
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