The One Who Does Not Know The Art of War Will Be Defeated

He had crossed the Saginaw on foot.  He had entered into Hooters.  He went for the chicken nugget boneless.  He had seen the great wall of noodles and tomatos.  He talked about his Ski-Do, and yet questioned another on the Johnson 600.  He feared the blue gloves, but later welcomed the blue gloves.  He had beer.  He had whiskey.  He suggested a Deja Vu.  He nixed the idea all the same.  He entered Hooters.  He crossed the Saginaw on foot again.  He lost the fight.  He lost his chicken nuggets.  He stripped off his motley.  He gave no interviews.  What Ho.  All is lost.