Pre-Game – Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Who’d you expect? The Tooth Fairy? (___) in (___) of yesterday. No pennies under my pillows. Don’t ever make me froth baby cakes, never make me foam. Me’s Mastiff. Dr. Mastiff. Mr. Feel-good, up to no good, in the mosh pit of cavities. Hey! It’s one hell of a hole. Cuz I’s twisted! All rhythm, no soul. Don’t make me froth, yeah. We gonna make ourselves a gas time in the old sewer town tonight my brothers and sisters. Cuz I’s twisted! Deeply disturbed. Blah, blah, blah. Yeaaaaah! That’s the way I like it, ugly! And things are gonna get that way. I say let’s play my baby cakes. Cuz this is Mastiff’s operating hour. Surgery’s open!
XX:XX – Hello? Whose go? Smile! You’ve got nothing to smile about. Get back to where you started from you calcified little runt. Home you go. Get back in the ring, and don’t you ever froth me up, just bite me!
XX:XX – Hello? Front and center baby faces. Shut your traps. I don’t want to see any mouth meat. By that I mean, no flapping tongues. Now, all together, smile. Lovely. We got ourselves some cosmic consciousness happening here! Now everybody roll both dice, and whoever rolls the lowest goes back to where they stared from. Scabby, scabby dogs!
XX:XX – Hello? Whose go? Smile! Let’s see some mouth meat. I’d like to tell you were to, but why don’t you tell me. Point to any headstone and head straight there. Ain’t nothin’ better than a trip to victory lane, except maybe some root canal treatment.
XX:XX – Hello? Whose go? Smile! Did you just froth me?! Don’t froth me! I’m paranoid.
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