I approve of that retort, Hipmonlee. Very nice.
The Iron Fakean, concerned more with winning than submitting a witty prompt, sat around trying to come up with a guaranteed winner. He thought long and short about it, and smugly decided that saying he wins would be the surest way to win. He threw in some simplistic math, stared at it for about ten seconds, promptly submitted, and then went back to trolling as usual.
While the man of aluminum decided to go for a prompt declaring he wanted it all, shade was frittering around making up a bunch of half baked submissions as usual. After culling the submissions that tried too hard, he settled on one, a submission that promised absolute nothingness. All the hollow melancholy humanity could offer condensed to one unembellished line, submitted in a game meant to make people laugh...
Try as I might, dividing by 0, multiplying by 0, using empty set, working forwards, backwards, integrals, derivatives, I kept getting ties or DNE. Finally, I decided to put it to philosophy...I set shade staring into the image of God, something encompassing all, while The Iron Kenyan was thrown into a black hole, something implying sheer nothingness. While both died tragic deaths, shade was turned into a weeping pillar of salt, while no one knows exactly what happened to The Iron Kenyan...and everyone knows something is better than nothing.
Winner: the empty shell of a man
George W. Bush had led a curious life. As a child, he was shot from the planet Vegeta to this world, Earth. He had gone about trying to destroy the world with his wimpy fists, but soon bumped his head, becoming a docile, friendly, stupid sort. W. felt a particular affinity to one creature he saw immediately upon waking, a noble monkey. Bushy spent his days and nights living with all the monkeys of the wild, learning their ways and habits, while his strength slowly but surely grew.
One day, George H.W. was being led on a trip through a rain forest by the president of some pitiful South American country begging for his big country's money. At this time, H.W. was working his way up the political chain, so he had to take on these sorts of stupid, boring jobs. Suddenly, to his astonishment, he saw a creature leaping in front of him with power that he had previously only seen in his indomitable self. His curiosity wildly aroused, he checked to see if the president was looking, and with good chance to not be noticed, he zapped young Georgey Peorgy with a Galick Gun attack. Asking the president for a moment, he retrieved the body, knowing he had his future protege.
After many years of teaching W. to blend into society, George Senior knew he could entrust Junior with his secret: the kamehamea wave. Deciding it was also a moment to inflict damage on Europe, at the time getting unruly over the NAFTA debacle, Bush I and II flew to Europe to blow up a bakery, the symbol of all that is fine and noble in Europe, as they are stuck in the past and do not realize that fast food is the best.
The first bakery they came upon had an ample supply of duct tape and firecrackers, giving Papa Bush a good idea. "Son, as you know, I am soon to be president. This power I am about to teach you is more powerful than neutron bombs, more powerful than even the mind control of the Republican Party over the United States. I will fire off a shot with you, but I will reduce my power to the bare minimum, nowhere near enough to destroy this shop. If, after I reinforce the building with duct tape, the most invincible material on this planet, you can still manage to set off every firecracker in the place, then I will allow you to succeed me as President. If not, you will forever have to live in Texas, the worst state."
In reply, Bush Junior nodded firmly, confidently. His confidence waned a bit as he saw that the duct tape was extra strength, not normal, but the United States hung in the balance, so he had to do his best. Papa Bush walked him through the steps, and then it was time...
KA
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The duct tape stood firm at first, only Papa Bush's condensed beam getting through the windows. Papa Bush exhorted his son to put all his energy into it, "imagine that Perfect Communism has been achieved, threatening to destroy the entire world son!". The mere mention of such a vile creature raised Lil' Bushypoo's adrenaline unceasingly, his power level rising by the moment. Finally firing the beam fully and letting it go, both Bushes were unsure if the energy had filled the building enough despite the impressive first attempt. Upon closer inspection, he had done it - every firecracker was successfully set off.
Little did George W. Bush know, he was on the path to accomplishing the evil mission he had completely forgotten.
Winner: George H. W. Bush and George W. Bush doing a Father-Son Kameahameha.