Battur Runman is going on a streak. It's like every ball he hits is a heat-seeking missile. For the trolls he doesn't cull with the blunt force, they're almost certainly unable to play. At this point, the Cull-aborators are out of good pitchers. He's blasted that ball at every fucking one. One even dived out of the way, but it was hopeless to try and avoid. The Cull-aborators coach is arguing with the ref. "No, no. I'm not fucking doing that! Are you crazy? He's going to fucking- to fucking CULL me!" The ref shakes his head. Begrudgingly, the last possible pitcher for the Cull-aborators steps up. It's the coach. Also, the waterboy is now playing third-base. It must be a painful game for Cull-aborators fans to watch.
Kult: +14
Kull: +5
Total: 19
Ratio: 2.80