Challenge: Hey Bro!

Okay Elazar, I was standing on the balcony of the Arena observing your technique. I am sufficiently confident that my triple umber-hulk nostril reflector nicotine solvent grinning Fallstaff semi-non-automatic kick to the spleen shall have you reeling in despair. So come, let us adjourn to that good ole' Arena and make some sparks fly, die, and cry. Spectators my view us through the peep hole in the conveniently adjacent Lab.