I wrestle Jeff in two matches, and he's tougher than I thought. I spend lots of the match just trying to control his head with my feet. I resort to low tactics like hooking the inside of his cheek with my big toe to pull him to the mat, distracting him by trying to wedge my toes into his mouth, and finally manage a win by trampling him into the mat. And it wouldn't be me if I didn't make the tough little bastard lick the soles of my feet and floss between my toes with his tongue! It's still good to be the king!