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Originally Posted by CaptainCrunch
So there I was in my flames uniform between periods and the teams trainer Knuckles had taken my gloves to the air dryer when that moron Principe comes up to me with his microphone and jams it in my face.
"Hey Champ" he asks me, "How does it feel to be on the ice with Connor?"
I said "What"
And he says "I mean you're clearly sharing ice with him"
Well I snap I lose it. I grab the greasy little dork by his $5 dollar perm and ram his face into a picture of Messier in a towel hanging out with Gary Coleman, and I grab the microphone and do an exclusive interview with his colon.
The little bastard starts sobbing and he turns around and starts doing the Macorina while singing "Hey Pakarinan" or something like that, and I figure I need to put him out of his misery.
I hammer him with a sharp left, and then go to the ribs I grab a Hot dog bun from the concession stand and ram it into his face and the little twerp goes down like a near miss of a hockey stick makes McDavid dive for cover.
Meanwhile Knuckles comes back with my gloves and starts laughing as Principe is rolled up like an Embryo in the corner and clutching a Connor McDavid bobble head, except the head can only snap backwards.
Ever since then I've been the champ.
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Not bad Cap'n except next time you have to work "solar-plexus" in there somewhere