juan, the illegal immigrant from Cuba vs The little engine that could, pulling a trail of missile launchers, weapons of mass destruction and blood thirsty mercenaries.
El pequeño motor fumaba, cantando "Creo que puedo, creo que puedo ..." Mientras tanto, Juan, deshidratados de remar a sí mismo a los EE.UU., languidecía por las vías del tren, fumando. '¡Eh! ¡Es un tren! ¡Puedo entrar a Estados Unidos si me salto en la espalda!' pensó Juan, saltando de pie y corriendo tras el tren. El hombre flaco, flaco de su remo vigorosa, saltó a bordo del tren, sólo para ser confrontados por a unstopable mercinary...
Ahora, yo no quiero ser demasiado gráfico, pero digamos que habría sido mejor con Castro ...
Little engine wins
Captain Kirby with a block of cheese and bag of sugar suspended just out of arm's reach in such a way that any attempt to obtain it will only move it further away. vs zombie Tyrannosaurus Rex that is immune to every method of death conceivable, and even the inconceivable!
There once was a man named Joel Moore,
In the sky the snowy owl did soar.
Unable to catch him, the Tyrannosaurus Rex,
Was quite humiliated and vexed,
And he chased after the owl forevermore.
CaptKirby wins
A lemon-juice-thrower with an automatic eye-targetting system and a rate of fire of 3 lemons per second (it actually squeezes 6 lemons every 2 seconds). It can hold up to 4 rows of lemons, ie 24 lemons, ie at least 1L20 of juice thrown into the target's eyes in 8 seconds. vs chia pet the size of utah
When it says chia pet the size of Utah, it actually means a chia pet made up of Utah. Now while it seems like an American state full of devout Mormons wouldn't lose against a petty lemon-juice-thrower, that's not actually the truth. Squirt! The lemon juice hit all twenty-four male Mormons square in the eyes, causing them immense pain. They doubled over, defeated by the lemon-juice-thrower. As for the women, they, unwilling to contradict the men, doubled over dutifully and played dead. The lemon-juice-thrower trundled off, happy with its victory against the chia pet. Though the Mormons searched the world all over for that same lemon-juice-thrower, believing it to be the will of God, it always seemed to evade their capture, elusive and enigmatic...
Lemon-juice-thrower wins
The MythBusters vs a single mirror floating aimlessly in space
Season 2 (2004), Episode 8. Episode: 'Ancient Death Ray'. Don't try this at home, kids. The MythBusters, confident that the myth was nonsense, even challenged their viewers to prove that a mirror could turn sunlight into a reflected death ray. Meanwhile, in London, thunda has decided to take on the challenge just to prove the cocky bastards wrong. thunda constructs a rocket and turns the mirror at the precise angle, reflecting a beam of sunlight directly into Earth. While the MythBusters could've used some burn heal, we survived because of the ozone layer filtering out most of the sunlight. Al Gore was later seen waving a contract to make three more documentaries.
Mirror wins
Communist Megatron on steroids wearing a fedora. vs recursion
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Recursion wins
the square root of -1 vs the narrow spiral staircase leading to the roof of Jack Nicholson's mansion
Jack Nicholson shakes upon the roof of his mansion, where he is held captive. 'I'm a famous actor! You can't do this! Think about the media frenzy!' he pleads. 'Wasn't MJ enough?' The terrorist shakes his head. 'The death of one man... will be like a bomb into the world media.' Jack Nicholson panics and begins to go mentally through his life dreams. Fuck a different woman each week for a year... Check. Win an Oscar... Check. Have a kid... Check. Solve the square root of one... FUCK. The terrorist cocks his gun, aiming it squarely at his forehead. 'Are you ready to die?' Fuck, fuck, Jack thinks, it's easy, it's got to be... EUREKA! He shouts the answer.
Later, Jack Nicholson's bullet-ridden body was retrieved, causing shockwaves to go through the entertainment world. As for the mansion, it was sold and the staircase was ripped down to make a wheelchair ramp. Furthermore, journalists won't shut up for a week about the old man, meaning while nobody directly won the match, we can
imagine the
square root of -1 came out on top.
giant toilet big enough to flush africa vs A fully powered cyzir_visheen after receiving all of the \o/ energy
'Please, everyone, share your energy with me!' begged jumpluff. Her plaintive chipmunk cry so touched the souls of the men of #moo that they, in quick succession, spammed up the thread in order to lend her power, which she then promptly gave to cyzir. 'Garchomp, I choose you!' she roared in a much manlier voice, spinning the PokéBall to let out her charged up Garchomp. The toilet hissed and gurgled, attempting to detach itself from the pipes under the floor, its waters menacingly churning. 'Garchomp, use Outrage!' Unfortunately, jumpluff only had the BoulderBadge, lacking the necessary badge for Pokémon over lv. 30 to obey her (I think it's the CascadeBadge but I'm not sure D:). cyzirchomp lol'd at jumpluff and disregarded her feeble command, selecting a move randomly, just as the toilet rose up from the floor and began to Levitate. jumpluff closed her eyes and covered her face, waiting for the deluge. Suddenly, her face began to burn, and cyzir's Fire Blast scorched the toilet, causing it to melt back into the floor. A quick Earthquake finished it off, and jumpluff thanked Mekkah for inventing ChainChomp.
cyzir wins
The maximum torture in 147 countries, a CaptainKirby speech. VS the cast of street fighter in the old west
{ 07:54:16 AM } <@CaptKirby> you are asking the wrong person
{ 07:54:23 AM } <@CaptKirby> see I was banned from games like Street Fighter and Soul Calibur as a kid
{ 07:54:30 AM } <@CaptKirby> so I do not have any "nostalgia glasses" or even affection for the games
{ 07:54:39 AM } <@CaptKirby> I mean the famous street fighters are fun games
{ 07:54:43 AM } <@CaptKirby> and probably have pretty good mechanics
{ 07:55:18 AM } <@CaptKirby> but the first fighting games I was allowed were smash (parent permitted) and marvel versus capcom (grandparents letting us defy our parents)
This speech was so gentle, like a breeze, so tame, like a kitten, that the cast of Street Fighter simply laughed. Chun-Li, her Utah-sized thighs clad in denim and her waist dwarved by a crucifix-shaped belt buckle, extended a hand. 'Gosh darn it, you're so darned silly,' she giggled. 'Now get up here like the ol' youth group days and we're gonna dance like real Texans do, all clean an' lively, yee-haw!' And so, CaptKirby, beckoned by the alluring visitation from his Christian past, was unable to resist, and had a hootin' tootin' rootin' good time with the cast of Street Fighter at the rodeo. Yee-haw!
Cast of Street Fighter wins though you could argue that it was a tie