The timer was counting down, which is what counters did.
The commentators were writing me off, which is what expert opinion agreed with.
The pile of hot dogs was congealing before me, which is what cooling fast food did.
The opponent was already taking a victory lap of sorts as he played with his food, which was the sort of behaviour that his PR guy agreed with.
The rumbling from my stomach was getting louder, which is what upset stomachs did.
The victory was unexpected, but the referee's noticing of the false leg was something the rule book agreed with.
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