The fourth - and last? - installment of the ever more infamous James Bonds Tractor Pull event, straight to your little computer screen.
With weight newly added onto each iron steed,
George didn't have all that much of a lead.
Craig's sled was digging hard into the dirt,
And so to lose weight he just ripped off his shirt.
"You cad!" hollered Dalton, now inches away.
"Your muscles - not acting - is how you get pay!"
George shot a glance back at Craig and thought "shoddy."
Though he had to admit he took good care of his body.
Craig didn't smile, just swung low to the side
And picked up a rock which to his shirt he then tied.
He hefted the crudely made weapon, took aim
At poor Georgie's head only meaning to maim.
With a loud clunk ole' George fell, and to Craig's delight
Georgie landed unconscious but seemed quite alright.
Edging closer to Craig, Dalton drew out his last tool:
Craig whipped around, saw it, and felt like a fool.
...TO BE CONTINUED...
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