Botch stared at Chane and sucked on the microphone for nine days before Alex got tired of waiting and grabbed the mic himself, holding it for the Soon-To-Be Champion.
"HUH? WELL YOU SEE CHANG, EVERY BUTT KNOWS, WANTS TO KNOW... WHY DO YOU FUCK YOUR SISTER! I KNOWS SHE'S A TWO DOLLAR HORSE, BUT THAT'S DISCUSSING! QUIT FUCKING STAPHNY BEFORE YOUR PANINI FALLS OFF! NOT THAT IT MATTERS BECUSS I'M ONE HUNTER FIFTH PERCENT BETTER THAN YOU! SO IF YOU COMPARE OUR PANINI SIZES, COMPARE YOUR FIFTH PERCENT TO MY TWO HUNTER PERCENT, I HAVE A FIVE HUNTER PERCENT CHANCE OF WHINING! AND THEM I'LL BE THE ONE AND ONLY CHUMP OF EFC!"
By now, Alex's hand, as well as the mic, was covered in Botch's spit.
Before anyone else could speak, Botch leaned in to Alex to whisper, though everyone could still hear it even without the mic.
"HUH? BOSS, I NEED TO SHIT! CAN I?!"
