"Ohh—!" Brother cried out in pain as he was kicked and sent flying, not falling but soaring farther and farther until he disappeared into the darkness outside the competition arena.
Only then did Lincoln calmly say, "Next."
According to the scoring order, the next was Thomas.
He hesitated for a moment with the microphone, but still solemnly said, "I'm 23 years old this year, male, interested in women, single from birth, earnestly seeking marriage, unserious offers need not apply."
"???" Question marks once again sprouted from Lincoln's head.
I asked you to share your feelings about the match! One of you spouts nonsense and the other is here to find a spouse??
But Thomas had his struggles too!
Even though he didn't hold much hope in finding a wife who could understand him, he couldn't bear to be mistaken for a regular at the gay bar, could he?
Wouldn't that completely squash his already slim hopes?
