More interesting than the week's fight was the pee contest. The fight itself was anti-climactic, and I mean climactic. The pee contest turned into something less yellow.

One of the guys was in the habit of ordering a big fruit platter every day. Members of the other team decided to play a prank on him by eating his fruit platter before he could get to it. So they raided the fridge while Mr. Fruit Platter was out training with the opposing team, and they ate up all his fruit. Then they put the platter back in the refrigerator empty. Note that each man has his own name written on his food container, so everyone knew whose food it was.

Mr. Fruit Platter decided to take action, after several days of returning to an empty fruit platter. He came to the quite logical decision that he should pee in his own fruit platter and then put it back in the fridge. In this noble endeavor he enlisted the aid of three of his teammates. All four of them peed on the fruit platter and then put it back in the fridge. This was a tactic that brings to mind the great general Rommel, or Napoleon, or Kutuzov of the Soviet Union.

The other team predictably went for the fruit platter, and relished it. They found it extra juicy. Nobody complained about an odor or anything. They thought it was really good and they finished every little piece of pee fruit. When they were done, Mr. Fruit Platter cheerfully told them that he and three of his teammates peed in it. One or two of the fruit eaters seemed a bit taken aback by this audacious bit of information, and started throwing up. But one or two others just commented on how tasty the fruit was, and how juicy, and they thought it was a pretty good prank played on them. Kinda reminds me of the Kevin Costner movie Waterworld.

Meanwhile, another fighter was helping himself to somebody else's sushi, despite seeing the other guy's name on the container. Why he would do this, after all the rest had happened, is beyond me, and shows him to be detached from reality. As in ..... duhhhhhhhhhh. Does he not know that something is going to be done to the sushi?

And something WAS done to the next sushi. Somebody took it in the bathroom with him and squirted on it, dreaming of Marilyn Monroe or someone at the time. He put babies all over it. And the sushi thief ate a piece of that impregnated sushi.

Believe it or not, the sushi thief felt he had been wronged in some way. What kind of world do we live in where you can't steal another man's sushi without having to swallow that other stuff? It's a crime, I tell you, a crime. He felt that he should not have to swallow another man's babies, when all he's doing is some innocent sushi stealing.

The come swallower and sushi thief then threatened that he would retaliate in a most disgusting way involving something I don't even want to talk about, but you can easily figure out what it is. You don't even need a clue.

Then came the fight. This show, after all, has something to do with fighting, now and then. It happened to be Mr. Sushi vs. the sushi thief and baby swallower. Poetic justice. Mr. Sushi knocked the thief down and then got on top of him and choked him out. The end.