"I'll show you how different we are!"
"I won't lose!"
"I'll send all of you to your graves!"
"Now's your chance to run away."
"Is that all you've got?"
"Be crushed!"
"Too slow!"
"Star Flare!"
"Die!"
---
"This is like watching some bizarre mating ritual." Opera noted, as she munched popcorn while the two combatants quoted at each other.
"Like you have room to talk." Chaz noted.
"It's not my fault my lines sucked." Opera sighed. "Beehive? Seriously, what the hell."
"What are we judging them on here, anyways? Rena has more lines, but they're incredibly hideous..." Kuja wondered.
"I dunno. As far as I know, we're supposed to wait for them to fight." Opera shrugged.
---
Ultimately, three hours later, Margulis was declared the victor, despite being winded, dazed, sweaty, confused, in a fair deal of pain and with an inordinate amount of sunburn.
How did he win, you may ask?
Wouldn't you like to know.
