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As my ball strikes the padded glove with the disgruntled furl of thirty thousand fans trudging out of the arena,
watching as you throw down your bat in disgust and mourn what you'll never be, know this: you will never defeat me, Pooh Bear. Not as long as you or I will live.
Even this is going to end up as a copypasta, I guarantee it.