The Fight

🌶️ Chili’s (Babyback Bob) vs. 🪑 Cracker Barrel (White Supremacy Walter)

Babyback Bob sizzled onto the field, flinging napkin fans and jalapeño daggers. “I brought the spice,” he said, landing a salsa elbow drop. Walter dodged, rocking slowly with ancestral gravy wisdom.

White Supremacy Walter summoned storm clouds from the cornfield. “Let the biscuit speak,” he murmured, sending butter geysers into Bob’s appetizer tray. Bob retaliated with a queso dragon—but Walter fed it a cornbread muffin, and it melted into some form of pink sludge.

“How dare you attempt such a fight against the awesomeness that is my appetizer line-up!”, cried Bob while throwing mozzarella sticks and ribs at Walter. “Are you going to Sabotage yourself again, or just become the next TGIFridays?”, asked Walter. “I didn’t know people born before the First World War knew about Chili’s”, retorted Bob.

The Final Blow: Walter collapsed from carb exhaustion, but Bob paused, moved by Walter’s rocking chair lullaby. He offered him a nacho. Walter took it… and immediately betrayed him with a gravy uppercut. Cracker Barrel wins. Trust was the seasoning.

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