(Or "Whoop there it isn't!")
"WELL THE LAST TIME AS YOU REMEMBER, THINGS WERE NOT LOOKING SO GREAT FOR OUR BOYS…"
"HHRK!" Rocky exclaimed, being choked by Boris. "YA THINK?!"
"THE LITTLE SQUIRREL LEANED HIS BODY AS FAR AS HE COULD CLOSER TO BULLWINKLE, HOLDING OUT HIS LEFT PAW FOR HIM TO TAG."
"BULL…WINKLE…" Rocky spoke, his face having turned purple with his eyes now bloodshot.
"Hang on a second Rock, this strawberry smoothie is to DIE for!" Bullwinkle replied, drinking from a fast food cup.
"SERIOUSLY?!" Rocky replied.
"Oh, alright." The moose high-fived Rocky, who could finally breathe.
"THANKFULLY, BULLWINKLE WAS ABLE TO UTILIZE HIS ANTLERS ONCE MORE, THEN THE BELL RANG FOR A BRIEF INTERMISSION. ROCKY THEN MOVED BACK TO THE EDGE OF THE WRESTLING RING. WHILE NATASHA POURED WATER ON BORIS, BULLWINKLE WIPED THE SWEAT AWAY FROM ROCKY'S BROW."
"Rocky, listen up." Bullwinkle spoke, looking at the squirrel. "We've only got one more round. We can do this!"
"I dunno, Bullwinkle…" Rocky replied.
"BULLWINKLE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE BEST TO GIVE HIS FRIEND A PEP-TALK…BUT OF COURSE, IN TRUE BULLWINKLE FASHION—"
"Listen Rock, you can't make an egg sandwich without breakin' a few omelettes, so don't count 'em before they hatch, just leave em' all in one basket!" The moose exclaimed, much to Rocky's IMMENSE confusion. "Birds of a feather are worth two in the bush, and right now down here it's our time, so you gotta be bad, you gotta be bold, you gotta be wiser! Frankly I say just for a minute, lets ALL do the bump….bump…bump…"
"WELL, AFTER THAT "SPEECH", ROCKY WASN'T SURE WHAT TO RESPOND WITH IN THE SLIGHTEST…"
"Uhm….yeah." Rocky replied. "Ditto."
"I knew you'd see things my way!" The moose smiled widely.
"MAKE SURE TO BE WITH US FOR "Break Thyme", OR, "Don't Call it Quips"!"
