HPU Mike Winters beckons Adam to the batters box. Reeling, Adam obliges, and faces the mysterious Doctor Fausto.
The thick-elf Beckham has poked himself a double; sage Juan Pierre hovers at third. THE STAGE IS SET.
Adam Dunn squints at the weak Cleveland sun. He is still groggy from his transformation; a strike sneaks past him. So too do three balls, and a second strike. Is Adam asleep out there?
Adam! Awaken ye to baseball!
Too late! He swung at a little stinker outside. Opening K!
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