"What makes the grass grow green?"

"BLOOD!" I yell as I pound my stick hard into the snake.

"LOUDER!" he screams back at me. "What makes the grass grow green?"

"Blood....Blood....BLOOD!"

I pound my staff into the midsection of the snake. I look up at the man outfitted in robes of green and he's pleased. He's very pleased by my efforts, as is the crowd that's gathered around to watch the festivities.

"Now claim your prize..."

The crowd around me applauds as I pick up the snake that I just beat to death and slowly bring him toward my mouth. In one quick movement, I bite of his head as the crowd starts chanting my name.

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