[The Dark Place]

*invites Hewitt under the umbrella*

The annoying thing is, I had just enough poison in all those snacks to give -all- players enough gastric problems to make them all leave the arena and have to declare me the winner by default. I was aiming to prove that the pretzel is mightier than the sword....

Now that he's ingested more than thirty seven types of gastro-toxins, I sure ain't going in the bathroom after -him-!!