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[first lines]
Scott Voss: [upon waking up] Oh, god!
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[Scott punches his opponent, "Lucky" Patrick Murray, knocking him out. The entire crowd goes crazy, as do Marty and Niko]
Niko: WOO-HOO!
Marty Streb: This just happened! This just happened! You did it! You did it!
Scott Voss: Yaaaay!
[takes out his mouth guard]
Scott Voss: Yaaaaay!
Niko: You! You're the man! We won!
Scott Voss: [cheers before clutching his dislocated shoulder and going back to Murray] Hey, man. Great fight.
[accidentally regurgitates the rancid applesauce that he ate prior to the fight, splattering Murray with half-digested applesauce. The crowd gasps]
Scott Voss: I'm so sorry.
[vomits even more applesauce on Murray. The crowd groans in disgust. Murray retches. The scene changes to Scott and Niko being driven home by Marty]
Scott Voss: [angrily] Who leaves applesauce on the rear dash out in the hot sun? Y'know, a better question, who among us, who isn't Amish, MAKES THEIR OWN APPLESAUCE?
Marty Streb: Yes, yes. Mistakes were made. But, we won.
Jonathan Draxton
Extended Reading
