Jackson stumbled about, his sturdy legs the only thing keeping him standing. Struggling to breath, it felt strange for him to have air enter and escape from so many places at once- he felt as if his stomach were being filled with blood, before he coughed letting out a bit of red blood mixed with saliva. "Damn commie" Jackson said "I think I'm turning into one of your folk now." He forced a smile as the smell of burning flesh and smoke soon overwhelmed the smell of Abe's gases and juices. "Do you suck dicks?" Jackson asked. "Are you a peter puffer? I bet you'd fuck a guy in the ass and not even have the common courtesy to give him a reach around!" His voice initially sounded as if he were struggling. It then grew into a growl which soon made a crescendo into a mighty roar. Jackson used the flame of the Liberty Brand to cauterize his wound, closing the hole on his stomach. The growl was actually a cry in pain of his skin burning.

The president smiled with great confidence as his sword made contact with Abe's body, slashing through it. He attempted to pull back, only to feel his own sword being clenched on. He was soon to notice the spear coming towards him- with the Liberty Brand out of commission, Jackson could only dodge. Or could he? Jackson, rather than pulling himself away, pulled his sword closer to him, thus pulling Abe closer.. "MY COUNTRY TIS OF THEE, SWEET LAND OF LIBERTY, TO THEE I SING!" Jackson recited with a determined look in his eyes.

Between Andrew Jackson's jaw and Abe's spear was a bird, the tip of the spear just barely blocked by the eagle's light bones. "I'm sorry little buddy. Your death will not be in vain" the president promised "for it was a necessary sacrifice for the pressing forward of this great country! FOR AMERICA!" Jackson shouted, attempting to project louder than Abe's screams. Jackson gripped down on his sword, He didn't even care what it hit any more. He shot another firework through the tip of the sword.