This one time during our Philosophy class in college, Professor Waters, looking like a drowned rat, challenged Chris and me to a philosophy duel. Unable to turn down such a challenge, Chris and I rolled up our sleeves and got to work. In the process of compiling the information necessary for our great battle, we had t… Read more

This one time during our Philosophy class in college, Professor Waters, looking like a drowned rat, challenged Chris and me to a philosophy duel. Unable to turn down such a challenge, Chris and I rolled up our sleeves and got to work. In the process of compiling the information necessary for our great battle, we had to arrange for a secret flight to Bogota in order to acquire a rare philosophical treatise. Upon driving to the airport we were ambushed by 17 of the deadliest Bangladeshian ninjas led by Prof. Waters and - while battling gunfire from all sides - blew a tire and had to scramble for cover. After dodging a rare, razor sharp manifesto written by Aristotle and flung in my direction by a dissheveled and snarling Professor Waters, I tripped, breaking seven bones in my hand and suffering a terrible case of turf toe. As I lay on the ground in the line of heavy artillery fire from the ninjas led by our philosophy professor, Chris bravely jumped infront of the horde of ninjas and - using his sweet mexican folk-dancing moves - laid waste to all 17 ninjas in devastating fashion. As Prof Waters fled, Chris did a triple backflip twist-and-shout roundhouse kick and severed the head from her evil body. Needless to say, we won the philosphy face-off and sold the movie rights to disney.