Donovan's humiliation

"Donovan, I won the jackpot! Who's the real winner now?" said Michael with a victorious smirk. The crowd was stunned, and Donovan was fuming with anger. He couldn't believe he had let Michael win the grand prize.

"Feeling less confident now, huh?" taunted Michael, turning to Donovan with a triumphant smile.

Donovan, his face red with anger, shouted, "How did you win? This wasn't supposed to happen!"

Michael chuckled and replied, "Well, Donovan, sometimes luck is on my side. Looks like it's not your day."

Donovan's teeth ground together in frustration, his brow furrowed in disbelief. "Impossible," he muttered to himself, storming towards the wheel. He gave it a furious spin.

But as soon as he turned the wheel, a bucket of stinking rotten fish water fell from above and poured over his head. Donovan's face contorted in disgust and anger as his clothes were drenched in fishy water.

"Yuck!"

Stunned silence gave way to raucous laughter. "Oh, Donovan, you smell like my grandma's week-old se
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