Echidna had been watching Platypus for some time. It was now or never. She made a spurt, grip, jerk and… plop! An egg bomb right from her very bum hole to lob at the duck-billed bastard!

Thing is, she hadn’t accounted for her incredibly poor aim. Instead of splatting Platypus’s gormless face with it, the egg ended up all over Dingo’s snout instead. And, like the uncultured yob he was, Dingo licked off the runny, jagged mess and hoiked it all into Kangaroo’s pouch.

And then the final whistle shrilled. The fans howled with disappointment. It was a zero draw.