Here I am: a glamorous model.
Is that so? Well, I’ll knock you out.
Who are you, you big sweaty hunk?
I am a boxer, you scrawny birdbrain.
Oh my gosh, how impolite you are!
I have a bad attitude — so what.
Drats, I think you made me chip my fingernail polish.
Brace yourself, I’m going to sock you in the gut.
Owie! My whole skeleton just broke.
Serves you right, you beanpole.
NARRATION: The boxer now waves bye-bye with his glove, thus ending the conversation.
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