Moments after drowning his sorrows with the strongest (yet cheapest) booze available, Quick Claw Commando walked in to his bedroom where he found his old buddy Fins photographing his wife (pinchy) in questionable positions (on ice). e knew it all along, yet much like a gentlemen, he walked up and slapped his soon to be opponent with his glove (signaling a duel).
Snap forward, High noon, the two began their brawl. Hands strapped and wraped with pinchy crying, who would arise victorious? and Who would Pinchy morn...
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