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If the Chocobo Sage is, indeed, A Weeble, then surely his bones are made of same cheap, flimsy plastic that has broken the heart of baby Fancy many a time *shakea fists*. He lives in his solitude because partaking in regular society is not an option. He’d fall apart. The purple getup he has on now can barely hold his brittle self together even now.
You’ve tried to paint Domino as a stinky fool, but you should go back to school! This smackdown is a matter of the minds! And who would win in this match? The brittle-plastic boned Sage who literally runs out of things that he remembers and can recall to Cloud and Co. rendering himself useless in the corner, or Domino, who clearly is a sharp man who enjoys mental challenges and games, hence why he came up with his password system in the first place. Domino would only need to trick the old wacko into forfeiting the fight. He’d make him sign a paper agreeing to the defeat—it isn’t as though he’d hold on to his wits long enough to remember the terms and conditions.
You’ve tried to paint Domino as a stinky fool, but you should go back to school! This smackdown is a matter of the minds! And who would win in this match? The brittle-plastic boned Sage who literally runs out of things that he remembers and can recall to Cloud and Co. rendering himself useless in the corner, or Domino, who clearly is a sharp man who enjoys mental challenges and games, hence why he came up with his password system in the first place. Domino would only need to trick the old wacko into forfeiting the fight. He’d make him sign a paper agreeing to the defeat—it isn’t as though he’d hold on to his wits long enough to remember the terms and conditions.