Ah, here they come. Avril looking thoroughly defeated, and Busted (albeit Eyebrows, who seems to be having a problem locating his other testicle) looking undeniably smug at almost having won the championship over Avril. But there is still one more round to go, and perhaps Avril can fight back to at least redeem her not-very-legitimate legacy. What kind of legacy is this? I have no idea. Her Punk-rock-skater-chick-gone-wrong legacy, probably.
The outcome of this final round is to be decided by the judges, but the contestants all get a last chance to prove that they are worthy of the championship. Now, on the count of three, I want you all to close your eyes and imagine Avril lifting up the Football World Cup trophy. Ready? One... Two… Three…
Do you see it? Do you all have a clear image in your minds? Ok. We are making progress.
Now, look at your image once more. It ain`t pretty, is it? No. It`s not.
So you see. Now imagine Busted doing the exact same thing.
It is absolutely vomit inducing.
But then something happens to change the course of history.
The commentator jumps out of her designated commentating area, and MURDERS EACH AND EVERY BEING IN THE STADIUM.
Yes, and to think, it`s just little old me. [Note to self: Never quote Eminem ever again]
Avril and Busted are both tragically murdered. Their names will not be printed in the obituary section in the back of the newspaper tomorrow. The commentator forbids it.
So, what have you learned today? Is it that Busted are better and more honest than Avril? (or vice-versa). NO, you fools.
It is to never underestimate the power of the commentator.
Ah, the wonderful world of imagination.