Grippin' the flippers. Man, I'm hittin' the kickers. Achievin' the high score while colored strobe lights flicker on the board. I'm playin' a pinball game at the bowling alley on a rainy day. Insert two coins for one play. Pull the plunger. Strike the ball with the force of wind and thunder. Shoot it up into the playfield. Hit your target like Baker Mayfield. On a six-and-a-half-degree incline. React properly to keep the ball alive. Use the flippers. Catch the ball, turn 'em into grippers. Fling that thing, hit your target with a ripper. Redirect the ball. Never, ever let it fall to the bottom of the board. Choose a different protocol. Hit the pop bumpers, give the ball a couple jumpers. The kickers and the slingshots always make you wonder where the ball is gonna go! Where's the pinball gonna go? Down the middle of the lane or in a rollover zone? A drop target hole or a saucer? Explode when you insert the coins, give the plunger a throw! Where's it gonna go? Where's the pinball gonna go? In a scoop, in a moat? Head to head, toe to toe? In a tournament, playin' for the glory and the prize. Maybe in your basement, Banzai Run from '89. Avoid a tilt, but hit a nudge, just because you'd like to keep your game goin', havin' so much fun. Have a ton of quarters in pocket. Now, time to rock it. Hit a stationary target or a multiball socket. How many points can you attain in the pinball game? Can you process all the action in your brain? Can you make the ball behave when it's time to play? When you walk in the arcade at the end of the day? A whirlwind spinner. Yes, this gimmick is a winner. If you're a beginner you'll wish your skills were much bigger. Gates block your ball from going a certain way. A stopper between the flippers keeps defeat at bay. Activate a special mission or a bonus game. Never let random chance have the final say. Hit a quick tilt when your ball's in the outlane. Get it in, get a tournament win; celebrate! Where's it gonna go? Where's the pinball gonna go? Down the middle of the lane or in a rollover zone? A drop target hole or a saucer? Explode when you insert the coins, give the plunger a throw! Where's it gonna go? Where's the pinball gonna go? In a scoop, in a moat? Head to head, toe to toe? In a tournament, playin' for the glory and the prize. Maybe in your basement, Frankenstein from '95. Man, you're doin' your best, but you just let the ball fall between the flippers once again. If you wanna win first or second in the tournament, better turn around and get points like a savage. Get a free game. Match the numbers on the display. Active bumpers shoot you every which way. Solenoid sends me into the void. When I return, I get burned to my opponent's joy. Interactive backglass. Catchy graphics. Eye-popping design, '89, Bad Cats. Theatre of Magic. Super tragic outcome if I don't learn the angles real fast. Been playin' on the same coin for a long time. Onlookers multiply as my score climbs. Catch the ball in the flipper at the drop of a dime. And now I hit a prime line, and my score is enshrined. Where's it gonna go? Where's the pinball gonna go? Down the middle of the lane or in a rollover zone? A drop target hole or a saucer? Explode when you insert the coins, give the plunger a throw! Where's it gonna go? Where's the pinball gonna go? In a scoop, in a moat? Head to head, toe to toe? In a tournament, playin' for the glory and the prize. Maybe in your basement, Banzai Run from '89. Where's it gonna go? Where's the pinball gonna go? Down the middle of the lane or in a rollover zone? A drop target hole or a saucer? Explode when you insert the coins, give the plunger a throw! Where's it gonna go? Where's the pinball gonna go? In a scoop, in a moat? Head to head, toe to toe? In a tournament, playin' for the glory and the prize. Maybe in your basement, Frankenstein from '95.

I can't stand it. Man, I'll tell you, I've famished. Hunger for Christmas is large. I need a sandwich. I need somethin' to keep me from 'causin' damage. Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I'm a savage. It's time to ravage and cause pain across the planet. It's time to prove that I'm sick of it and I can't stand it. You have landed on an island. Now you're stranded. Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I'm a maverick. My name is Jack Skellington! I don't have any hair. A few months before Christmas, I had a nightmare. I'm sick of Halloween. And I'm super lonely. Sally is the only one who understands me. One night while wandering, I came across a magic tree with a portal to Christmas Town. An insane thing. Couldn't believe what I saw. It was amazing. Everyone was happy. No one was complaining. Now I plan my own Christmas celebration. To share with my fellow townsfolk the sensation of pure joy and love. But I can't explain it. Can't explain Christmas and all the love contained in it. The only way that they'll know what I'm tryin' to say is to take over Christmas town without delay. Sally tries to tell me no, but I don't listen. Tell her "Make me a coat!" I've got my evil intuition. I can't stand it. Man, I'll tell you, I've famished. Hunger for Christmas is large. I need a sandwich. I need somethin' to keep me from 'causin' damage. Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I'm a savage. It's time to ravage and cause pain across the planet. It's time to prove that I'm sick of it and I can't stand it. You have landed on an island. Now you're stranded. Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I'm a maverick. Take Santa straight to Oogie Boogie, the boogeyman. Sally tried to save Santa, so he could stop Jack, but Sally got captured, too. Now she's in danger. Christmas Town's people notice the behavior of Santa has changed. That's 'cause Jack took his place. From the sky, wicked, evil presents rain. Jack's under attack. He was shot out the sky. He decides now it's time for Oogie Boogie to die. Walks into the lair, now he fights the boogeyman. Rips apart the bad guy with his bare hands. Bugs n' slugs fall out of Oogie's body. They fall into the cauldron and continue rotting. Jack promises he'll return Christmas Town to the way it was found. All the people gather 'round and they play in the snow while Jack and Sally go to the graveyard and let their hearts glow. I can't stand it. Man, I'll tell you, I've famished. Hunger for Christmas is large. I need a sandwich. I need somethin' to keep me from 'causin' damage. Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I'm a savage. It's time to ravage and cause pain across the planet. It's time to prove that I'm sick of it and I can't stand it. You have landed on an island. Now you're stranded. Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I'm a maverick.

Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin' backs to mats. Leavin' 'em flat. Starin' up at the lights, their dream smashed. Opponents don't last, 'cause he moves so fast. Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. Opponents he is sure to dispatch. Facade attains victory and the others get the axe. Walkin' the ropes. Leapin' post to post. Makin' the most of every chance to turn opponents to toast. A neon ninja, traveling the world. Wearing bright tights under spot lights. He can grapple or fist fight. Leapin' to the outside. Damaging his enemy every single time. He is now in his prime. Facade's rising to the top. The choice pick of the crop. Never forgot where he came from. Sportin' dreadlocks. Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin' backs to mats. Uploadin' a foot to your face, no data caps. His opponents don't last, 'cause he moves so fast. Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. Doin' cardio, jumpin' rope, runnin' mad laps. Takes it to the max. I'm only statin' facts. Spin kickin', back flippin, rope walkin', dreadlockin'. When he's wrestlin', no exception, he's the best inside the ring during competition. See him fly high during every exhibition. The perfect synthesis of sweetness and bitterness. Peanut butter and honey. Chocolate and citrus. Climbin' to the top rope and doin' front flips. Exposin' enemies as idiots and dimwits. Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin' backs to mats. Hits a flapjack, then the crowd cheers and claps. His opponents don't last. Puts 'em in the past. Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. If you try to kick his ass, better cover your tracks. 'Cause when he finds ya's when your back snaps in a torture rack. Wearin' a gi when he comes to the ring. Inside the squared circle, he can do anything. It's just like he's in a video game. Insane spectacle. He can take it to the air, brawl, or chain wrestle. Entertained fans in Thailand, Russia, US, Singapore, Malaysia, Japan. Went to India and brought back a cat. Flew all over the map, now he will crash a phoenix splash. Top notch skills during competition. See him fly high during every exhibition. Among the top names every time I pay admission so they let me in the front door to be a witness. Ninjaguri. Leave your vision blurry. Maxin' and relaxin' through his epic journey. Hittin' power moves. His submission skills send chills down the spines of those who know his hunger's never fulfilled. Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin' backs to mats. Topé suicida. Jumpin' through the rope gaps. Facade will storm through the ranks is the current forecast. Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. Among his accolades? Belts, trophies, and plaques. Eatin' opponents for snacks. They're takin' three second naps. Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin' backs to mats. His skills are sharper than tacks, his move list is stacked. His gameplan has no flaws, loopholes, or cracks. Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. Flyin' through the air like a madman. Jumps atop a group of opponents, leave 'em layin' like dead rats.