“You mess with Hamburger, and you get increased cholestrol and die of heart attacks!” Hamburger shouted as he charged towards Osama.
“Indeed…” Osama replied charging towards him. They both had no weapons.

Hamburger gave Osama a hefty hit on his arms, as Osama did the same. Yes, they had engaged in the CAT FIGHT OF DEATH!

*slap slap* “Aww dude that hurts!” *slap slap* “Man, OWWWW!!!!!!!” *slap slap* “My arms!!!!! calm down!” *slap slap* “Stop slapping me there!” *slap slap* “alright I’m a take my chance of doin’ it Chuck Norris style!”

“AWWW MY SHINS!!!!!!!” Hamburger screamed. “That’s it!” he formed an extra laer of blubber on his legs and arms. “I’m a do it long ranged!” with the help of the blubber, Hamburger was able to extend his arms, and make it wider.

*WHOAP* *WHOAP* “GAH! HAMBURGER, THAT’S NO FAIR! DANG IT!” Osama shouted in pain, “FAT PEOPLE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE STUPID!!!!!“

Hamburger stopped slapping. “Wha…what did you say!!!!!?????” Hamburger said in rage as blue flames came swirling up from below.

“I SAID…” *BLAM!* He was socked in the face before he had the chance to reply. “UGHHH…”

“Damn it, I’m a die if this continues. Think…think… THAT’S IT!” Osama thought to himself, as Hamburger’s blubbery stretchy arm began reloading itself for another punch. He began punching Osama again until he said,
“HAMBURGER! THE GILMORE GIRLS ARE ON!!!!“

“What!?!?! Where’s the nearest TV!?” Hamburger said, awoken from his rage.
“Now’s my chance!” Osama thought.