KK: Sissy! Fool! Geek! You can't beat me! You're weak! You smell! I will crush you like I crushed Gorilla Monsoon on July 16 in the Ashtabula War Memorial! I will bite you in half, like I bit off the ear of Yukon Eric! I will dropkick you, like I drop-kicked Bruno Sanmartino!
Death: Let's go!
KK: C'mon. What do you want, pencilneck? A petunia? High heels? Where'd you buy that robe? Gap for Goths? Who does your makeup? Helen Keller?
Death: I want your hand.
KK: My hand? Sure, cheese head. How about... this!
Death: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgh.
KK: Want a forearm shiv?
Death: Uhhhhhhhgh.
KK: How about a nice step-over toe-hold!
Death: Owwww-
KK: Have you ever met my boot?
Death: Ummhpgh.
KK: One, two, three... DONE.
Death: Uncle! I QUIT. OK... you win... can I make an offer.
KK: Yeah, what?
Death: You can live forever. But let me have Walter Spulnik.
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