[i]As LeeRoy slid in, Gonad would allow the oven mitts to trespass his guard. Though LeeRoy's paws were deadly, there was a problem with his strategy. His arms were shorter and weaker than Gonad's. The idea had probably crossed LeeRoy's mind that should he be able to grab Gonad's arms, he would be able to grievously damage his opponent's primary means of inflicting damage. Gonad had thought of that first though, and despite his simple nature he was no fool. He knew that he had to seize the arms of LeeRoy first, before his opponent realized the trap and tried to reverse the situation. Just as the Spaceman's palms made it past where Gonad's elbows would would be should his arms have been fully extended (which they were not), the barbarian chambered his elbows to keep his arms unforgivingly stiff and swung both meathooks up to clamp one forearm to each hand. Were this to occur LeeRoy's momentum would jolt to a sudden stop, as if he had been in a sedan and had hit the brakes hard. He'd not only be held in place before the Mr. Universe of wrestlers, but would be down also on his knees and without any proper way to protect himself from the devastating assault that would follow.[/i]

[b][color=ed1c24]"Hruh. Stop hitting self!"[/color][/b]

[i]LeeRoy's hands would be repeatedly jerked back into his own face, in a manner most anticlimactic. The smacks would probably be far less brutal than the blows Gonad normally delivered due to a supposed resistance, but each limp hit would still be painful. It was middle school all over again.[/i]

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