What was I gonna do? The Chort was moving right towards me. He had a crazy look in his eye. I tried to run, but my brain wasn't working right. I froze.
The Chort walked up to me. I couldn't even breathe. He extended his little arm, and tipped me over. I hit the ground like a boauard.
The Chort was looming over me. He raised his drorver, looking to put me outta commission fer good.
I closed my eyes. I heard the whistle of the driver flying at my head.
Then I heard something I wasn't expecting. It sounded kinda like metal hitting metal.
I opened one eye just a little.
The Cheat was standing next to me! He was holding a 9-iron and a sand wedge like they were two swords, and had used them to stop The Chort's blow from connecting!
The Chort looked up at The Cheat.
"Meh meh meh me MEH!"
"Meh."
And with that they both flipped backwards. They landed on opposite sides of the circle of light. They just stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, though it might have been less than a minute. Then, they ran at each other, golf clubs flying!
They moved so fast that I couldn't see what was goin' on most of the time. Every few seconds I'd hear an undistinguishable "Meh!" I couldn't tell who was winning.
After a few minutes of battling like this, I heard the sound of something heavy hit the soaked ground. A sinister laugh reached my ears.
The Chort had knocked the sand-wedge from The Cheat's hand. Now it was The Chort wielding a driver while The Cheat only held a 9-iron.
The Cheat flew at The Chort, catching him off guard. The Chort barely had time to put up his driver to block the 9-iron. The force of his blow caused The Cheat to jump back, and it was in this second of weakness that The Chort struck. He leapt into the air, performing a double flip, just like the one he used against Strong Mad. A bolt of lightning struck the single field light behind him as he descended, creating a blinding flash. He swung his driver with all his might. A clap of thunder and pitch blackness kept me from knowing what had happened.
When the lightning struck again, I saw one of their silhouettes standing, and one face down in the mud. I couldn't make out who was who.
A light shown in the distance. It was coming closer. As it reached us, I saw that it was Bubs, The Poopsmith, Marzipan, and the KoT with flashlights. I grabbed a light and pointed to where I had seen the two fighters land.
There was The Cheat, standing over The Chort! The Cheat was victorious!
I'll spare ya the details about waking people up, digging out Strong Bad's head, and getting Homegrown some air. That's really not that important.
The next day, we were wondering what we should do with The Chort. Even after all he'd done, it didn't seem right to imprison him or anything like that. But Strong Bad came up with a plan.
We put him in a big ol' crate, put some stamps on it, and sent it to East Reykjavik. We knew that he'd never show his face in Free Country, U.S.A. again.
Or so we thought...
(For further adventures, see "The Revenge of The Chort")