>>19345317Suddenly tossing you to the ground, Skeeter pumps his knuckles, kisses his muscles, and then finally decides the showdown that will metaphorically pit you against the direct forces of Satan himself.
"TWO HOURS. BOXING MATCH ON SKIS. ON THE MOST DEADLIEST FRIGGIN' COURSE IN THE ENTIRE RESORT:
Dead Mon's Peak. AND THE SKIS ARE ON FIRE TOO. SKIDOUCHE OUT."
Using his new supernatural abilities, Skeeter grows bloody tentacles out of his abdomen scar, which he uses to walk away from the scene like a creepy tarantula.
A) Welp. Better go train for this my nigga.
B) You don't NEED training, you're Calem!
