You've finally formed your own third party and have hit the campaign trail. Literally.

No amount of green apples prepared Jab Bush for that...

The brand of shampoo you use shall remain a mystery.

Boxing glove beats box step.

You're pretty sure Ted Bruz will be seeing stars now, if he wasn't seeing them before.

Well, even if they don't you're pretty sure you just juggled a pirate.

Parry, riposte! Wait, is he using a real sword?

PETA is probably going to come after you for that one...

You just proved to the world that you've mastered the art of catching an arrow mid-flight.

HAAAAAAAAAA!

You gotta say it with just the right accent.

See? A third party candidate CAN make it to the top!

It's not the worst boxer nickname you could have gotten. Like "Shiny Pony."

It's always funny.

It's unfortunate Jab's mother had to witness that.

You were light on your feet, probably due to past trauma.

Because sporting violence is now the legal way to stop someone from making fun of you.

Is it fish or fishes? How many Pisces am I holding up?

You showed Cap'n Crenshaw who has the bigger cannonballs.

You certainly just showed up Birdie's whole flock!

How does she not need the restroom after all that coffee?

How does this guy keep healing like that?

There can be only one!

You sure messed up Donald Thump's hair real bad. He did not look happy.

You countered a cross-check with a butt-ending haymaker. Most of these are hockey terms.

That's what he gets for buying secondhand missiles.

People in North Korea are now calling you their Supreme Leader. Assassins are probably after you now...