“Jim» "Tell me all about the game, every little juicy detail!"

Coach Ober» "Well, I sent my boys on to the field for an easy one, self esteem pumped to the max! Spike went down on the second turn, hard... I managed to push the apothecary through the crowd to patch him back together, only to see little <url="http://fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=player&player_id=653957">Joe</> bite on Kojak's fist during the very next round and all the pain killers already spent on Spike!"

Jim» "But Spike's okay, right?"

Coach Ober» "Yeah, he got a niggle a few minutes after that accident though. He had a rough game, as did we all I'm embarrassed to say. That <a href="http://fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=player&player_id=721121"> Kojak</a> must have had a really bad day or something. I reached my peak when that disgusting coach of theirs took hold of Joe's useless cadaver and forced it back on the field to play against us. That really killed the team morale; everyone ran around wavin' n' screamin'. And it didn't end there... Jay got clinched by a mummy, not a pretty sight... Al put up for a fight and smashed one of those bastards, but they just kept on comin'. I managed to get the boys together for an astounding comeback though, when Bullzer threw the ball to Guttenberg who forced his way through the line of stinky bones for the equalizer."

Jim» "Still Joe took the MVP. What's your comment on that?"

Coach Ober» "That beats me, really... I never liked him anyway. We're better of without him, believe me. All together I think we gave the fans a good show, even if we paid for most of the party. But rest assure, the memory of this game, and the abomination of <a href="http://fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=player&player_id=733796"> Joe</a> of course, will be wiped out as soon as we can arrange a re-match!"”