The Benchwarmers Page #2

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- I got wedgies, that's different.

It's cooler.

- We'll do it.

- Time to meet your makers.

Makers of what? Poop?

Coming down!

- Balls in.

- Don't worry, you'll be fine.

- Get your position down.

- Troy, strike this loser out.

- Strike!

- Yeah. Nice one, Troy.

Don't swing if it's not

in the strike zone.

- Where's the strike zone?

- Strike two!

Right there.

- Strike three.

- Three, you're out!

- What a loser.

- Sit down, spaz.

- That kid's throwing heat.

- Heat, schmeat.

One out!

Gonna be two outs!

Hey, I bet you're a real good catcher.

Of doughnuts, in your mouth.

- Strike!

- Don't chop at it.

- It's not a sword.

- You're not a sword.

- Come on.

- Strike two.

- Oh, that's ugly, man.

- Strike out, video boy.

Come on, now.

- Strike three!

- I caught it. You're out.

- But I ticked it. It hit the bat.

- You're still out.

You're still fat. I ticked it!

- I ticked it. Gus, you see that?

- Way to make contact on that one.

You know what? I was trying

to get under it to rip it into left...

...and throw them off,

but the dog barking threw me.

- What dog?

- He ran to the bushes.

It's cool now. All right, go, Gus.

Come on! Let's get rid of these dogs.

- Strike him out quick!

- Get this guy out!

- Move in.

- You're going down, shorty.

- Guy's got nothing.

- Come on, give him a fast one.

All right, Gus! Awesome!

All right! Yeah!

- He just did that steroid-free.

- What's steroids?

Something that makes

your pee-pee smaller.

- There must be steroids in macaroni.

- Let's go.

Yeah!

Nice!

- Here we go.

- Batter up.

Batter up!

Strike!

Not so fast!

You're supposed to catch it

with your glove, not your face.

Yeah!

I don't need lip from you,

son of Satan.

- We're still in this thing.

- It's okay. Next time.

You're out!

You're out!

Strike three, you're out!

- Come on, Troy. Let's go, Troy.

- He can't hit you. Come on.

- Yes!

- Yeah, Gus! Are you okay?

It's over!

Three, you're out!

Sorry. Shoot.

Get another homer for us, Gus.

- Yeah, smack it in the butt.

- Whatever that means.

I'm gonna keep this one in play.

Give the infield a workout. It's 17-0.

What an idiot.

Come on, Troy, destroy him!

Strike him out. Strike this loser...

Come on, Kyle, are you okay?

- What happened?

- Get up.

- Hey, get him up.

- Kyle, you okay?

- Ball's still alive, chumps.

- Dude, he's gonna score.

Should somebody call 411?

He's fine.

He got the wind knocked out of him.

What's that noise?

- Get him! Get him!

- Get him!

I think he just got the wind

knocked back into him.

Gus, why didn't you play in

high school? You're incredible.

The whole bully thing, and jocks.

I didn't wanna deal with it.

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