Open Challenge to Steve Perry

"The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge."
So, the Old Man has again ventured to antagonize me into what he thinks will be a losing battle by posting another unflattering photo of me with a smarmy caption.

See Perry, the problem here (aside from my so-called "friends" selling me up a river...I need not ask which ones gave you this, they're all bastards to a man) is that you perpetually grab the many-available photos of me scattered all over cyberspace, and I am left unarmed because you simply don't "put it out there" the way I do. Ooooh, brave man.

I have a way to settle this, if you're man enough to rise to the challenge, O image of antiquity:

I hereby challenge you, writer to writer, to a DEATH SCENE.

Two characters, manifested avatars of ourselves, under ANY conditions the author sees fit. The winner is the one who best disposes of his nemesis. And THE NEMESIS MUST DIE. No sacrificing yourself at the last minute to save him for the good of all mankind, or some sappy bullshit like that.

We agree to publish simultaneously at a certain time, on a set day. Let's say...This Saturday, at noon. Our readers can be the arbiters of our works.

The glove is in front of you, Old Man. How fast is your gun?

-Bobbe the Kid