Frederick Keith Nighy vs. Miguel Matthew Thepid Robles.
It's showtime.
His first words are of angry bewilderment.
"Why you…!"
And while Leigh, Aurora, and the fans Leroy dispatched are cheering me on, I give the following words, in a calm yet convincing way, because losing my own cool means losing the battle against this psycho.
"You think you and your clan will get away with this and much more? I don't think so, pal. People are just totally surprised that someone without much accomplishments was selected to influence future leaders into doing their sketchy ways.
"And they weren't wrong.
"You're supposed to inspire, but look at what you'll be doing – spread lies about how you and your clan made Miami and Atlanta much better… but you're making those cities much worse. Bah, hamburger."
Migz just loses his cool as he struggles to break free of my tight grip on his arm.
