You punched dem inna face real good,
But dumb they are, and still they stood.

You smashed dat ogre's stupid knee.
His movement now is almost three.

A big'un might have bi's and pecs,
But won't take Dodge wit' a broken neck.

+AV..+ST was good,
But you an me did what we should,
I broke his bones, you konked his head,
To Big-Hands now, he's all but dead.

And speaking of the dead, fair coach,
Smelter was a dirty roach.
I am so glad you piled-on.
His insect face is now quite gone.

And it wasn't all just blood and gore
Your offense smashed his D and scored!
I watched the Red and Blue, with glee,
Like Stripe-Ass monkeys, turn, and flee.

bigf, you did us all so proud.
Hear the cheers.. the whole damn crowd.