You've Got Balls

Solo for trombone and tennis racket

That's a duet.

You want to make something of it?

Avoid fights.

Coward

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Coward… Pussy…cock sucker… fagot!

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The trombone player could feel his blood pressure rising. None-the-less he stayed silent.

Say something you wimp.

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I'll smash that goddammed Jew nose of yours into your fucking Kike face.

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What?! you waiting for the bouncer to haul my drunken ass outta here?

Bouncer quietly approaches, asks if the bully is OK, then gingerly escorts him out.

Bully waits in the street to pounce. Seething, feeding the fire of his rage, pumping himself for the fight he eagerly awaits.

After a couple of hours while the trombone player has a good old time in the bar, the bully a distant memory. The bully has had enough standing out in the cold. He is off to find a more willing victim.