The Circle of Death (obviously)

The circle of death is one of the weirdest natural phenomenons (not to be confused with phenomena) known to man. Most women don't know about it at all, unless they are quite butch and manly, in a policewoman sort of way, like Ana-Lucia from 'Lost'... which is why Trixie knew all about it. Of course, in the interests of keeping such a manly secret secret from any women readers, I can't tell you where the circle is, but I can describe it in some detail....

...well, for starters, it's a circle....

....

Yeah, well anyway, Trixie, Melvin, and I stand in the circle, facing towards each other in the traditional circle of death confrontational stances, and listen to the obligatory digital timer count-down finish counting down digitally.
Eventually it reaches zero, and we rush towards each other in a traditionally violent and dangerous manner, pausing to drink the obligatory can of soda and burp the obligatory manly-burp-alphabet song. Eventually, we reach the centre of the circle, where the circles-man (Garry) hands us the traditional circle of death gloves and has us repeat the solemn circle of death vow: I shall honour the circle of death, and conceal its whereabouts from anyone who is neither a man nor a manly and butch policewoman type, like Ana-Lucia from Lost, and I shall uphold the circle of death code, and shall buy Garry a drink when he gets off work since he is such a nice guy to let us use his circle of death like this, and especially at such short notice.
Then, the circle of death showdown begins!

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