The Great Dung Wars

The weapons seem to fail, as I stand firm against this foe. Tjorn, the Hypercrybarian, is strong, but I must be stronger. His endurance is carved from the trunk of the great Brazil tree and like the Queen of Amazonia is he. But I must be stronger. A clenched fist can never take hold of the prize before it. He is young, and the greenness and pliability of his youth is what gives him strength. But the wisdom of age, is what makes the old grey oak stronger. I must be like the oak, using wisdom. I must be stronger!