The King is victorious! The King is victorious! He might have won fairly or it could have to do with the chocolate cake bribe from Rawknrobyn. There will be full investigation but that could take months. Either way, it doesn't matter, The King will move onto the semi-finals with Ronald Mcdonald, The Chick-Fil-A Cow and Little Caesar's "Pizza, Pizza" Guy. Disclaimer: This blog and it's affiliates does not condone vote tampering nor judge bribery. (But if you are a hardened criminal already and don't care for the law, I love dark chocolate).
On a sad note, Jared has fallen into a deep depression and is ironically stuffing his face with Whoppers.
Let's move onto the first round of the semi-finals.
Since I have already interviewed these combatants, I am going to change things up and interview their parents.
PTM: Thank you for being here today Mrs. Mcdonald.
Mrs. Mcdonald: No problem, Mrs. Mcdonald is too formal, call me Sheila.
PTM: I though your first name was Margaret?
Mrs Mcdonald: It is but I've always liked the name Sheila.
PTM: Okay, Sheila? What was Ronald like as a kid?
Sheila: He was a normal kid until about age 7. From about age 7 til age 12, he used to dress up in my clothes, put on my make-up and sing Barbara Streisand into a hairbrush.
PTM: Sounds about right that he turned into an adult clown. Did he play sports as a kid?
Sheila: No, he was into home economics. The football team used to play keep-away with his knitting supplies.
PTM: Kids can be rough.I must say Sheila, you look great for 72. If you were 50 years younger I would totally hit that.
Sheila: Why thank you. I must say, you look pretty good for a guy with toast for a head.
PTM: Thanks, I try to keep it well maintained. If I'm not careful a family of pigeons could ruin a good hair day. How often do you eat at Mcdonald's?
Sheila: That seems like a random question.
PTM: It's where your son works. I would have to say it's an obvious question.
Sheila:That's where he works?!? I just assumed he entertained at kids' birthday parties and had a side job of keeping the bull from killing the cowboy. All this time I didn't even know. I have to call his father and tell him right now.
PTM: Sheila, wait! We aren't done with the interview.
Cameraman #2: You want me to go get her?
PTM: No, just go tell The Cow's dad that I'm ready for him.
PTM: Thanks for being here with us. I'm sorry, my staff failed to tell me your first name.
The Cow's Father: You can call me Rusty.
PTM: I don't mean to be rude Rusty, but you have some blood dripping out of your nose.
Rusty: Thanks. Damn thing is like a faucet.
PTM: Do you normally get nosebleeds?
Rusty: No, I was recently diagnosed with Mad Cow's Disease.
PTM: Is that contagious?
Rusty: Only if I bite you which I haven't done to anyone yet.
PTM: You really didn't have to come in we could of done this interview via Skype.
Rusty: The doctors only gave me about a month to live so I needed to get out of the house.
PTM: Rusty I hate to be a dick but you are depressing the hell out of me. These interviews are suppose to make people laugh and you sucking the wind out of this place.
Rusty: Well it's a good thing I was joking then. I don't have Mad Cow's Disease.
PTM: Really? That's a strange sense of humor. Then why is your nose bleeding so much?
Rusty: I was snorting coke with some crazy looking clown in the bathroom. I was just in there taking a piss and he came out of nowhere and asked if I wanted to do a line.
Rusty: No it wasn't Ronald. I would of recognized him.
PTM: So you are saying that some random guy dressed as a clown offered you coke in the bathroom and you thought this was a good idea?
Rusty: I've done worse, I once did some crystal meth with a leprechaun dressed as a unicorn.
PTM: I have no idea what to say to that. So on that note let's move onto the battle.
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