LIncoln arrived in the universe S-013, where Earth is a soccer ball, with other sports equipment acting as satellites.

- At least I'm finally safe from this freak… - Lincoln thought, just before Lisa's new drone arrived from the portal.

- Not quite, dear brother.

- Just as I thought. Here to humiliate me again? I'm all yours, genius.

- I'm actually here to guide you, so don't go far. Here, everyone is born a professional athlete. You have to compete with a Lincoln from this reality. Although, knowing your sports achievements, you don't stand a chance.

- We'll see about that… - Lincoln grabbed a soccer ball and tried to kick it, but the least he could do is tap it slightly. - Yeah, you're right, I am out of shape for this one.

- Maybe you'll finally toughen up in this place.

As they were talking, the pair got confronted with a Lincoln from this reality, who is incredibly jacked.

- Well-well-well, look who finally decided to show up! - he said, cracking his fists. - A little wimpy kid from L-001! You could beat the others, but not me! I could literally grind you into the dust!

- I have technology, you know. I could zap you with a ray gun and you'll be dust too. D-Do we have a ray gun? - our Linc asked Lisa, who simply shrugged. - Nevertheless, at least I'm not a dumb jock stereotype.

- Dumb? I'll show you who's dumb! Let's have a competition, three sports, whoever wins kills the other one.

- I knew that one was coming anyways…

- The first one is football. Lincoln wasn't particularly good at that sport, but he wasn't bad at it either. At least to some degree.

- You're supposed to kick the ball, not catch it with your hands, goofball! No pun intended. - S-013 Lincoln said, firmly kicking the ground. - Do you even know how to play this game?

- I do, but you don't seem to. - the boy nonchalantly kicked the ball right in the other one's eye, making him furious.

- Ow… I'd kill you for this, but we have two more sports ahead.

The next is competitive weightlifting. This was a problem for the guy, especially since that time Lisa presented him at the kindergarten project as the "lowest form of life", pointing out his feeble body, slow brain activity, and very low testosterone, which makes him "more of a girl than anyone present in the building".

- What, too much for ya? - the jock said, lifting over a thousand pounds of weight. - Too bad, little fella. Looks like I beat you at this one. I mean, look at you, you can't even lift a bendy straw! And I thought that sponge is a weakling…

- We'll see about that. - The boy muttered, throwing a huge dumbbell into him.

- Hey, throwing stuff is not fair, dumbbell! No pun intended, again. Alright, onto the final sport.

- I think I'll take it from here. - Lisa chimed in. - I'll give you a sport you're both pathetically bad at.

Lisa laid out a checkerboard with pieces on it.

- Chess?! - both Lincolns said in unison.

- It's a… sport?

- A mind sport. The one all of you gamers-slash-comic-book-nerds hate. So, proceed.

Both of their brains were literally steaming from thinking. They never played chess in their entire life, and what are they supposed to do here?

- Face it, you two, you don't have enough brainpower to complete the game. You've been staring at the pieces for, like, 4 hours now. - Lisa said, showing them the time. - Listen, brother, just kill the guy and let's move on to the next universe.

- Hold on… I'm… Thinking… - Jock Lincoln said, sweating. - I think… I think i… I got it!

And then he simply swatted the board away.

- Who's the smart guy now, huh?

And then our Lincoln shot him.

- Should've done this sooner. - Lisa murmured. - Come on, let's go to the next reality.