This is a story about a boy named Vincent. Vincent was a vain boy; A petty, small minded boy; A boy who believed in his own greatness; A boy who thought that he could play Mortal Kombat better than a certain Christopher Moore. Now to what happened.

One day Vincent, in a fit of masturbation deprived, testosterone driven ignorance thought to challenge Christopher to a match of Mortal Kombat. Not an ordinary match mind you, but a match in which the loser would suffer. It was called a water fight, and a water fight it was. A glass of water was placed upon the television - a glass that would be poured upon the loser. Poured on the loser by the winner! Well, for any of you who know Vincent it will not come as much of a surprise that with his lack of coordination, slowness of wit, and general large headedness, he lost!

All of this leaves us with the photo visible to the left. Some features to notice are the slump in Vincent's shoulders, the redness of Vincent's face, and the stain in his pants; The stain that is very reminiscent of the serious bladder control problem Vincent has been struggling to control ever since puberty!