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[Beatles - Andreas In the Sky With Diamonds]

About four weeks ago, Andreas and I tested out this cool new game he'd bought. Soul Caliber II, as mentioned below. According to ME, what happened was that Andreas won two sets straight, whereupon I proceeded to let the games end and the asskicking begin. I beat him at the following two sets. Andreas grew increasingly tense. My women's intuition told me that the vein bulging in his forehead foreboded not only great evil but danger as well.

When I refused to play another set with him, he quickly pressed that "Start" (New Game) button after which he grabbed my control, and chose the wussiest brittlest character the history of gaming has ever produced. Against this character, he pitted his chosen character Spawn, which he apparantly thought was the meanest thing since New Kids on The Block.

He did not Win.
I won.
Me.

After reading my earlier blog mentioning this slightly incomparable act of greatness, Andreas claimed that there was no reason he, nor anyone for that matter, should beleive this ever occurred, since (he claims) my blogs are a collection of half-truths, embellishments and stories my ancestors have passed down to me.

Well. What can I say?
I am big enough to admit defeat. I don't suppose there is much of what I write that you can beleive. In which case, I am more than proud to admit, that it was, indeed, Andreas who kicked My ass.

Andreas by the way, is also the Great Lord and Leader of Us All.

Honest.