"Because this fix is piled a mile high, Tanker, in all directions."
"Whadda you mean?"
"I mean I can't go to the Commission."
"What we gonna do? Just get belted around?"
"We got no choice," said Charlie Jingle with a shrug.
"The hell we ain't! If you think I'm gonna go into a ring and get mauled, you're off your rocker!"
"We can't call the bout off," said Charlie Jingle dejectedly.
"Well who said anything about callin' it off?" shouted Tanker.
"I did the best I could! I tuned you up. I timed you. I jazzed you up good—"
"But you still don't think we can beat that Iron-Man Pugg!"