I see a number of problems here.
First, they hate each other more than Superman hates kryptonite.
Second, they’re both huge, athletic guys.
Third, they both have knives.
They’re walking very slowly toward each other with the meanest expressions on their faces since the Rock gave up acting mean in the ring.
Finally, they come within arm’s length of each other; I assume the knives will start flashing, blood spurting.
But all of a sudden they stop, drop the knives to their sides, and Bully says, “Eh, what’s dat shirt you wearing wit da cats?”
“Oh,” says Rocky, “gotta be da same as da cat shirt you wearing, uh?”
They both look down at their own shirts to be sure.
And then they smile, laugh, and embrace each other.
“Brah,” says Bully, “I nevah know you wen vote fo’ Harris.”
“Yeah,” says Rocky, “Kamala would have saved dis country.”
“Frickin’ right,” says Bully. “Frickin’ Trump has screwed da country up big time.”
“An,” says Rocky, “da whole rest a dah world. Sheez, he has set da world on frickin” fire.”
“Corrupt and greedy, too,” says Bully.
“An da worst thing,” says Rocky, “is he more stupid dan one stone. We screwed royally.”
They shake their heads, put away their knives, wrap their arms around each other’s shoulders, and walk away friends commiserating over the state of the world.
The matching shirts have a huge photo of Harris on the back. So you see double Harisses. That would have been even better.
Lanning Lee 