[Donald:] Welcome back on this glorious sunday afternoon for the final round of the Enbuary classic. The legendary Champion is now approaching the 18'th tee off with an insomauntible 8th stroke lead.
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[The Champion:] Well let's wrap this thing up
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[Donald:] The gallery lets the champion know what a fine three days of golf he has had. The always charming Champion is now taking time to high five a young spectator and the boy, the boy is awestruck. Haha, the gallery erupts into delight
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[Random person in the gallery:] Go get them champ!
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[Donald:] Yes Yes. I think it would be hard to find in any sport a champion who is as beloved as this one. And the encouraging gallery goes silent. Eight strokes ahead of the pack, the Champion slowly starts his back swing.
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[Honking car horn]
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[Champion:] Four! (Hit the golf ball.)
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[Donald:] Oh no no! Apparently the honking horn had some sort of concentration effect on the champion's usual monstrous drive.
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[Champion:] Is that Greag normen's kid or something?
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[Gallery begins to laugh.]
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[Donald:] The Champion shakes it off and makes some sort of humorous remark about the horn to the gallery and they eat it up.
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[Champion:] Let's get the ball back on the field.
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[Donald:] Yes Yes, well now the Champion, his Caddy, and the elendent gallery make their way to the Champion's ball, which is unfortunately larged next to a very thick tree route. The champion and his caddy talk it over. He;s going to play it safe and punch out with a 7 iron with a 8 stroke lead this is simply smart play by the legendary Champion. He approaches the ball.. let's watch.
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[Champion:] Take a swing at the ball hitting the tree route in the process
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[Donald:] Oh,well I.. I don't think that's what the Champion had in mind when he took that swing. The ball is now 10 yards.. um into the woods after ricoshaying off the tree route, and ther's a look of pain on the Champion's face. He is shaking his hands as if to say I did not have a strong enough grip on the club when I hit the tree route, and my hands are stinging quite badly.
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[Champion: (Start Grunting)]
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[Donald:] The Champion is starting to mutter some obscenities about the car horn, which if you just joined us blew earlier during the champion's back swing at the 18'th tee off. Well now his caddy and friend of 25 years, Mr. Skipijankings, is doing every thing he can to get the champion's mind back on track.
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[Skipijankings: (Say line during: is doing every thing he can...)] Forget about the car horn, let's just win this thing!
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[Champion:] Hahah, you're right.
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[Donald:] What wonderful veteran words of wisdom. The Champion nods in agreement, and heads into the woods to set up for his third shot which he will have to play out of a dreadfully muddy lie. He's sticking with his 7 iron closes the club face a little. He starts his swing.
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[Champion:] (Swing at ball)
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[Donald:] And the ball did not move, um if anything it's a little deeper in the mud.
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[Champion:] What is this fucking quick sand?!
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[Donald:] The Champion is now conferring with coarse marshal, David Canner.
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[Champion:] What do I do next?
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[David:] Gonna have to drop one.
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[Donald:] And yes i.. it has been ruled that his ball is unplayible, he will take a drop and a one stroke penally.
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[Champion: (Start laughing a bit too hard as if you where drunk)]
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[Donald:] and the Champion is now laughing very hard, uh one might say a little too hard, but none of the less, he drops his new Areo Fly Ball and resumes play.
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[Gallery: (Start to clap)]
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[Donald:] Back with his trusty 3 wood, the Champion lines up his shot. He starts his back swing.
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[Champion: (Fart)]
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[Donald:] He flatuates. Stops his swing, and steps away from his ball, and whispers something too his caddy, Mr. Skipijankings.
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[Skipijankings:] Wha? What do you mean you got to take a Shit?
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[Champion:] I've got to shit.
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[Skipijankings:] Finish the fucking hole, we've got to win this mother fucker!
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[Random man in gallery:] Jesus Christ man!
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| [Donald:] Well now the Champion is staring |
