Snoopy vs. the Masked Marvel                                 

                                             By Jeff Baker

 

            “Who you got?”

            “I got ten bucks on the big one.”

            “Which one’s the big one?”

            “Look at them! They both are!”

            “Hey, let me in on this!”

            “Still got time, how much you got?”

            “Twenty. On the big one. I used to work with him.”

            “Okay, here they go…I think…”

            “Nope. Just flexing.”

            “I used to wrist wrestle. When I was a kid.”

            “Grade school?”

            “No. High School. In the lunchroom.”

            “With the lunch lady?”

            “No, me and the guys on the team?”

            “Baseball team?”

            “Chess.”

            “Oh.”

            “Hey! There they go!”

            “Wow!”

            “Lookit that!”

            “Man! Look at those muscles!”

            “They’re not moving.”

            “Yeah they are! Look! Look!”

            “Yeah, just barely!”

            “Woa! It’s over! They knocked the beer off the table!”

            “No! It’s still going! His hand didn’t hit the table!”

            “Wow! Lookit them sweat!”

            “This is going to go on for a while!”

            “Yeah, I’m getting a beer!”

            “Get me one too, okay?”

            “Get it yourself!”

            “I’m staying right here, I got money on this!”

            “You’re gonna loose!”

            “Not gonna happen.”

            “Lookit them go! It’s a wonder they don’t break the table!”

            “I told you I did that in High School.”

            “Yeah, yeah.”

            “I gotta start working out.”

 

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