After a humble victory in round 1, my beloved Dizzy Duzzit stumbled in round 2. I began to question my faith in DD... and so I placed a cautious experimental bet on the illustrious Football. A misstep in retrospect. At this point, if I wanted to eat at all for the next week, I desperately needed a win. I put nearly all my remaining money on Amy Bee, who had easily won the last few rounds. Surely this would be safe! ...but as luck would have it, Amy Bee tripped and injured their eastern pseudopod! Irrecoverable!!! Broken and hopeless, my tummy growling in a furious hunger, a mere $50 to my name, I crawled back to my beloved Dizzy Duzzit. Through a tearful embrace, I apologized for my betrayal and we made amends. My final bet would be on DD, who has always been there for me! However... my betrayal had clearly taken its toll on them. I watched as they stumbled and limped across the track, tears in my eyes and tears in their stigma and paramylon bodies, until they eventually collapsed across the finish line in last place.
We both knew what this meant for us...
...I will never forget you, Dizzy Duzzit. You were delicious.