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There were two contenders for each title and there were more titles than a gang of castles could hold. But the competitors were looking good enough to rumble with a tum tum that wants a soggy sandwich. The wee battle between vague and informative raged until neither could say for sure who won. Then vague claimed it! But informative didn't think so. They decided to thumb wrestle for it. The loser got to choose the winner and the winner got to explain the rules to someone that cared twice before knowing once in a while. There were enamored sprouts and spice flex on top of printed bike check stands where the mean streets really grew some teeth. Gold teeth, tooth behind the beheld and bold shine of the one to behold and stand abut bite tee time clues for shoes with snooze buttons and orange flames for tap dangling shame pyres for holiday cookout fireworks and traveling sails jerks on the high-C drank panel. Most of the judges drank water and complained that the pubic was revolting on the edge of their glasses and that nobody had requested these curlies once they had gone out of style like they were going out of style. The fighter pilot in a paper plane said "I could use some help I'm out here alone" in the face of a polite alien invasion where the aliens were modeled on a yoked out David Spade that had been PAID. The clouds had been working out too and were getting all beefed up like a 12 bag of beefaroni chef kisses for the near misses.
Two men, one with a beard and dark hair, and the other clean-shaven with brown hair and a beard, engage in a fist bump over a castle-like structure, both are wearing a white hoodie and pants adorned with multiple small, colorful rectangular images. The castle, featuring gold trophies on its turrets and a massive gold tooth in its base, is surrounded by smaller golden spikes resembling teeth. Behind them, an enormous, muscular figure with tanned skin and no shirt rises from the clouds, wearing a small cloud on his head. Two UFOs hover in the sky, each carrying a group of men, while a third, smaller UFO is visible in the distance. A paper airplane with a man sitting on it and the letters "A1" on its wing flies through the air. In the foreground on the left, a pair of sneakers with flames emanating from them are on the pavement. Another sneaker with flames is on the right side of the image, where a man in sunglasses and a suit sits at a table with a napkin, a pen, and four glasses of water, gesturing towards the flaming shoe and two black and white stands, each with a different word spelled vertically. On the left side of the table, there are two
