To the Death

The martial artist had laser-zapped Crogs, wrestled Snogs, and sworded Blogs. Now the ultimate challenge: Swami Noname of Dread.

"Champion, I challenge thee! Rapier, cannon, solar flares?"

The wizened little ascetic looked up from his lotus position. "Ten paces."

"Agreed! Ten paces. But what weapons?"

"Hunger."