Uncle Grandpa groaned quite loudly as he opened his eyes. "Uhhh... where am I?"
"Why, you're in the boxing ring, son!" Doc Louis exclaimed as he was eating a half eaten chocolate bar, with them and the others in an empty gym. "Want some?"
"No thanks. I like peanut butter better." Uncle Grandpa stated as he stood up, taking a look around as he took off his head. "Say, how come there isn't an audience around here?"
"Yo, Uncle G, we're right here!" Pizza Steve exclaimed as he waved his arms, with Mr. Gus taking a sip of some Diet Pepsi.
"You go, Uncle Grandpa." Mr. Gus dryly stated as he went back to sipping his Diet Coca-Cola. Who cares about the specifics, they're the same damn thing.
"Well... okay..." Uncle Grandpa stated, only to be punched in the gut by Little Mac. "Good Morning!"
"Ooh, that's how you do it, Mac baby!' Doc Louis exclaimed as he was pumping both of his arms in the air.
Giant Realistic Flying Tiger roared as she splashed some water on Uncle Grandpa's face, which prompted him to get right back up as he punched Little Mac in the face, with a Big Mac from McDonald's.
"Yeah! Not so tough now, huh?" Uncle Grandpa stated triumphantly as he stood proudly over Little Mac, who was knocked out cold.
Everyone was silent as Uncle Grandpa realized that Little Mac wasn't making any noise, making him worry. "Uhh... kid, you might wanna get back up now."