You and Wally were competing for who would be the best butcher in town. You guys didn’t work together, rather you both ran your own butchery. It was late at night when you were dumping old rotten meat and something secretive and bloody. You felt a hand on your back then a shove. “Out of my way, second place.” Wally said as he chuckled before dumping his trash and the dumpster. “You and your butchery. When will you accept defeat and close your butchery? You know I always win.” he cooed.