TODAY'S BLAZE BATTLE between me and Andy started out as impromptu silly rhymes and turned into some epic hip-hop influenced back-and-forth text freestyling. Best read aloud for full comedic effect. Alas, I had to cut it short because I had to get back to work, but I was getting my ass handed to me anyway.

M: Dude. Need more word battles so my brain doesn't wither.

A: OK I'll be frank like a tank in a bank that's dank and rank but not blank

M: Whee! I'll thank you, not shank you, since my hopes sank when I drank that last cup. Public service announcement: no wank, spank, or yank. But pranks are okay.

A: way to crank out that clank-like plank of stank that you call your blank stare of a rebuttal message. I shrank from the lank comments my mind drank from the message you sent, so I can't thank or bank on your continued to shrank from your challenge

M: I gotta step up my game, it's been too tame and kinda lame. I'm ashamed. How am I supposed to establish fame? Oh I'll reclaim my honor, spit my name and maim your game, blame you for corrupting my filename. This dame's aflame :p

A: What a dame you came with your lame game of shame that blames the fame of my name in vain you shall maim your tame domain

M: I'll drink champagne, kick back stay sane, maintain my flame, and conquer your domain. You'll wince in pain when you hear my name as I claim your fame.

A: You will be slain by my profane and insane drain on your brain, for this disdain that I train on your domain will in the end contain no blame

M: I win by default, go study Gestalt, I'll see you tonight for 'ritas and salt