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"Four years from now, Lewis Romero goin in the second round to Oakland... Hes gonna romp and stomp. Fifteen seasons with four Super Bowl rings on his fingers. Lewis aint afraid of no death, Fuck Death! Death is a fuckin Denver fan. Death wear blue and orange. Real men wear black. Lewis aint afraid of no Death. Death is afraid of me! Death fears me! Cause, baby, I just win. I just win, Kevin! Thats all I know how to do! I just win! Uhh! Fuck Death! ... [After the hanging swords swing down and cut the pulley ropes.] Whoo! What did I tell you, Kevin, huh? Fuck death! I just win! Thats all I know how to do, Kevin. Baby, I just win! [Lifts weights once again. As Lewis screams triumphantly, the weights swing down and crush his head like a ripe watermelon, splattering bloody pulp on Wendy and Kevin.]"






