Tick thinks out loud.

Tick and Arthur are sitting in the cramped locker room

Tick: You know Arthur, I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner...

Arthur: What's that, Tick? Going for the title?

Tick: I already have a title chum, Tick. It's on all of my stationery. No, I meant going for the championship.

Arthur: (sigh) So do you really think you have a chance? I mean Argo is a strong champion, and you will have to fight for your right just to challenge him.

Tick: Well little buddy, I'll just have to take it one baby step at a time. Argo is a righteous enough champion, but I don't think he has the shining desire to put the sweet sugar into this bitter black coffee of a federation. First though, I face Tonten. What an amusing fellow he is.

Arthur: You know Tick, I think he's a little bid mad. He actually goes out of his way to find more dangerous environments to fight in.

Tick: Well Arthur, my lucid friend, I might just be sufficiently reality impaired to meet him half way.

Arthur: Half way to where?

Tick: Now you're talking chum.