King Ikaika walks back into the locker room, magically disappearing from the scene that had happened several days ago. He now enters in the room with a bucket of chicken at his side. He walks over to one of the benches and plops his considerable girth onto the sturdy seating, lucky to support his weight. As he prepares to enjoy the good graces of honey barbecue chicken wings, he looks around to see if anyone is around.
King Ikaika:
I wundah where all di crazy konas went? Silly men I say. All dey say is same ting. "I gonna beat you", "No, I gonna end ya career", "Nuh Uh, you gonna die", "Aye, it be you who gonna lose they job". Don't dey know we all fightahs here? We all gonna fight and we all gonna hurt. If you don't respect ya opponent ya never respect ya'self.
And so, Ikaika takes a meaty palm of his hand and gently grasps the dwarved chicken wing in his hands and prepares to enjoy the saucy, meaty goodness.