Please,
Please young idiot do not offer a challenge.
Your vindictive behavior has appalled within.
Trust me young sir,
Your intentions are too spontaneous.

Young idiot, the challenge has been perused-
I will accept with indignant behavior.
Make a notation, a notation that you will falter,
To my surmise, I will conquer.

I will defeat your idiocy,
I will wash my hands beneath your worthless persona.
Take this judgment without haste,
As you see, you will still remain a pestering idiot.

Game day presents,
Your exhorting offers no remorse.

Shots fired!
Pistol drops without hesitation,
Crowd enters silence.
I cheer with notorious resolution.

The idiot stands,
Aroused by malicious behavior that burns within.
Within his bosom…a metal plate;
Shots fired, once more.

For I am dead,
the idiot is cunning!

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