The Princes’ Bride is one of my favorite movies has down sense I was a kid. Still a movie that holds up and has me generally thrilled and smiling at the comedy, charm and action sword fight scenes.

The man in black. My favorite hero. My favorite color.

But the battle of wits

I keep watching this scene a lot lately. I love it. Almost as much about as the sword fight. The battle against a Gamma for the prize of a female.

The archetypes my dude.

The Sigma “Lone wolf”

The Gamma “smart talking dumbass”

The battle with a dude that can’t admit he’s not as smart as he thinks he is and he’s a fucking dumbass for waging his life on whether you can guess where the poison is.

All the signs. He talks to damn much.

The man in black didn’t lie. He said, guess where the poison is. Decide and we both drink.

Out of the three. The skilled fencer. The giant. The sneaky smart talking schemer is the one that dies.

It goes to show the saying is true for all times. Never take a bet against a lone wolf and always bet on black.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg