Enough, fools! The time of judgement is at hand.
And the winner is... each and every one of you. You are all special in your own way. And I'm not just saying that because you're retarded.
However, the rules dictate that I choose just one of you to run the next contest. And that person is teh Possums. Why Possums? Because he put forth alot of effort and hit all the extra credit assignments.
I'm not going to announce runners-up, because that wouldn't really be fair to all the people who blow ass. Instead, I'm giving each of you a gold star.
Oops, I'm out of gold stars, but I've got a big red 'L' for each of you to stick on your forehead. It stands for, uh, "Legendary"... yeah, that's it.
The next contest will be done up Possum-style.
I was gonna send a robot back in time, but I got high.