So the contest came to its extreme end and the many moans grew silent in the Garden. Footsteps and the breaking of rusty bedcoils where heard as Grimm hansomely and awesomely stepped out into the hallway. Now devoid of any populance and tail as far as the eye could see he fixtured his peircing eyes at the door across from where he stood. It opened and out stepped Slimm, beads of sweat falling from his well formed nose. He slowly and dangerously turned his head to face Grimm. "So?" He said, with a smirk growing across his face.

Grimm answered with a growlish sneer. "100 --" Slimm chuckled and then retorted "110, Grimm you are in no way as extreme as you think you are." Grimm lit a cigarette, "100, in this sector. 14 more in the one above." Slimm stood as frozen. The smell of tobacco filled the hallway as passed out pole dancers woke up to see what whas up. With awesome anger Slimm pulled his wands: Freezekill and Killfreeze. Grimm immediatly answered by picking up a candelabra from a nearby table. He spoke wich such awesomnety that the pole dancers who had just awoken fainted again with delight, "Even without my wands I can still rip you a new one!". Slimm answered with his teeth clenched, "let's settle this. To the max!" -Night After Dark, page 53