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Originally posted by Jack, the Little Death:
Ah, so I'm not picking on some two-hundred-pounds-or-less little wuss? Cool.

A serious challenge, then. We'll have to make it fairly open-ended, since the odds are against us being anywhere near each other ... but y'never know.

Since I'm making the challenge, Britney, I suppose form demands that you get to choose the arena. Bare fists? Gloves? It's up to you.

C'mon. I've been itching for a real, hands-on fight for months, and it sounds as though you'd be the perfect guy to help me out with that itch. And we'll do it the right way, too. Civilized. No stabbing each other in the back, no sneaking up in the dark ... just two guys dealing with their crap like guys.

A duel. If it's the only way to demonstrate to you just how cool you're not -- and it seems clear that it is -- I'm eager and willing. Nothing wrong with giving or taking an honest beating.

S'up to you. Sure, it might seem a little strange, and even a bit childish, but we're both grown men, right? We have the right to settle our differences in such a way, if we're both agreeable. And if you're not the sort of guy that can handle that kind of thing, you should've shut up well before saying I'm a child molester.

One way or another, it would do us all some good, I think.

What do you say?
Donny, were you paying attention to the dude's story?