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Say, "Vulture, vulture in the sky..."
"Vulture, vulture in the sky,
My life is meaningless and dry.
Vulture, vulture in the sky,
I'm so sad, I'm gonna die."
Both the audience and Schwartzhartz are highly impressed. Schwartzhartz quickly regains his senses, and replies with some moody poetry of his own:
"Ich bin tot! Ganz tot!
So tot wie Frank Sinatra!
So tot wie Nancy Sinatra!
Ja, ich bin doch so sehr tot!"
Your poem is clearly better, but Scharzhartz wrote his in German, which makes his poem exceedingly cool. The referee declares this round as a draw, and decides to team you up with Schwarzhartz against another couple whose duel ended in a draw.
And as the second round begins, you find yourself at the moody poetry ring with Schwarzhartz at your side. You're facing a goth chick called Bleeding Heart, and her boyfriend, Gloomy Joe. The referee signals for you and Schwarzhartz to go first.
GAME OVER