"Lost your edge, Porky?" Red taunted.
"Finally!" Chuck zipped by in a blur of yellow lightning. "My handling stat was a joke! Now I can take the hairpin at the Churn without flying into the cheese volcano!" angry birds go 1.5.2
Meanwhile, on the starting line of the Mountain Pig-a-geddon track, Red was grinning. "Lost your edge, Porky
The sun blazed down on Piggy Island, but the usual cackle of triumph was missing. In fact, the only sound was the frustrated squeak-squeak-squeak of rusty wheels. "Lost your edge
The Blues—three tiny birds in one oversized soapbox derby car—squeaked with joy. "Our slipstream boost got a cooldown reduction! We can draft forever!"
But the birds were already gone, zipping away into the sunset, celebrating their balanced, fair, and slightly more difficult victory.