"You can't win, Cruel!" shouted the determined Lizy hopping up to his feet.

"Do you think this is the best time to say something like that?" asked Chubby nervously.

"Face it!" laughed Cruel, "I've won! Now, are we going to do this peaceful-like, or am I going to have to drag you out of here kicking and screaming?"

"When we get lined up in front of the firing squad, can I have a blindfold?" asked Chubby.

"Chubby, can you please be quiet for a minute?" asked Lizy, "I'm trying to concentrate!"

Cruel made a quick slash at Lizy, who was able to block it marvelously. However, the force of the blow knocked the poor lizard off his feet.

"What do you want on you tombstone, Lizy?" queried Chubby taking a pencil and note pad out of his shirt pocket. "I think I'll have pepperoni and cheese."

"Quiet, Chubby!" yelled Lizy jumping to his feet again and running at Cruel. He tried a quick strike, which missed it's mark. Cruel, on the other hand, had a rather frowned upon tactic in mind: He tripped Lizy.

"I'm mentioning you in my will," said Chubby, "I'm going to give you my kitchen sink. I don't think you'll be needing anything else, though, since we'll both be dead."

"QUIET!" yelled Lizy jumping once again to his feet. Chubby decided to do just that for awhile, and seeing the battle wasn't going anywhere fast, he contented himself to making paper airplanes.

The battle lasted about half an hour. It was then that Cruel knocked Lizy's sword clean out of his hands and then pointed the tip of his own blade at Lizy's snout. Lizy quickly surrendered.

"Now, my friend," laughed Cruel, "This is the end!"

"Not quite," said a voice from behind. It was the King of Lizard Valley!