The bell rang.
He dashed at his opponent, ready to assert his dominance. The opponent easily dodged him and broke out his heavy artillery. The two went back and forth repeatedly, neither gaining an advantage.
Then Sammy used his secret weapon. He placed one ear bud in his ear and one in his opponent's, and started to boogie to old-time disco.
Horrified, Sammy's opponent fainted. The competition was finally Sammy's.
“Simple as that,” he grinned. “Prom king crown, you're mine. Groovy, baby!”