Wow. It was like dog fighting.

But instead of dogs fighting,

it was humans ingesting poison...

and rich people would bet...

whether we would live or die.

Yeah, I'm having a hard time with this one.

I died for five minutes, and then I came back to life.

What's he wear...?

He looks like he's in the cast of Newsies.

Does Crocker even know you're here?

I don't need anyone's permission

to save the country...

and avenge my dear friend Bradley Fine's death.

You didn't even like him.

You used to call him "Beverly Whine"!

You had him as Secret Santa and you gave him tampons!

It's called the rivalry of men.

You wouldn't understand.

Unless you've got a dong up underneath that skirt.

That is super rude, and don't say "dong"...