Why, yes, Mr. Stallone is quite sly. But, is he foxy? No. And, I am both, so enter my ring at your own risk.

You see, the key to me is that I pull all the strings. Maybe it is true and maybe it is false. But, in the end, the grapes always end up on my tongue.

Turning a jocular soul into a wigged-out foe requires no more than a twitch relayed between ears and tail.

Could you, though, turn me into your ally? Perhaps a bimble for bonding might merit you being the vulpes to my Vulpes.

Neither would you chase a bonnacon nor outwit a well-read, swell-red fox—for the best swing can be, indeed, not opting for besting.

Just as Rocky always restood after he fell, a champion’s wisdom remains simple and sweet: when life is slick, you stick. ; )

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