HEY BETTING GUY WHAT ABOUT ME?
The fat man flubbers as he recalls his bet on (TCM) to win, which he may have with 5 points.
I'm afraid you bet on him to win the team challenge. Which his missing face would hint that he did not.
"Play the elimination game! My thirst for blood and puns has not been slaked! Not by a long shot!"
How much money I got? Bet 2-4 DD (the most I can afford) on Piecewise Young being the one to go!
Elimination bets have to be placed at the start of the show. But they pay out X5.
"DAMMIT LARRY I HAD GOOD MONEY ON YOU"
Start throwing my bottles at Larry, one after another.
Another vote for the elimination game
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You manage to catch larry straight in the head with a bottle! It shatters over his head and he doesn't even flinch. Or stop screaming. Guys got a strange pain tolerance. It's like some sort of bell curve.
IT LOOKS LIKE WE HAVE A GAME! The Host shouts as stage hands drag Larry away and shove the four unlucky participants over toward the area where the armwrestling table used to be. As they stand there, a section of the stage sinks lower, forming a small, square shaped arena with high metal walls on each side and 4 contestants in the bottom.
This one is so simple, even these uncoordinated failures can't screw it up! It's called THE BOX! 4 men enter, 3 men leave! Or two. Or none. Doesn't really matter to me! Here's the rules, so listen carefully. You four down there have 5 whole minutes to become 3 and a corpse. If you don't, then we kill you all! He pulls a large combat knife from his jacket
The details are unimportant, it's only the results that matter. He tosses the knife down into the pit, where clatters to the ground between the 4 people.
Make it good and, above all, try to have fun with it!