What the dickens! Walking along the street, from out of nowhere we are confronted by an unruly mob of scoundrels who demand satisfaction via arm combat. Each crew chooses their most valiant for the task, their man is a tracksuited devil with nary a moral to call his own. Tony offers himself selflessly to the bent eyed rapscallion and battle begins. The atmosphere is fraught with tension. Tony marshalls all his strength... and WINS! The knaves scuttle back to their holes.
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