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Surfer boy goes wild

... I mean I thought I did. I even started thinking in mid air that I was still holding a gun in my hand.

Then he did some awesome ninja move, and (as they say in the movies) disarmed me. It didn’t even hurt. He balanced me so that I wouldn’t fall, examined the gun, handed it back to me, and said: “I wouldn’t fire this junk if I were you. Could explode and kill us both”. He kept smiling through the whole thing.

By that time I’ve already realized the I couldn’t kill him, although I still wanted to. He seemed like a bright young lad. I’m sure he noticed.

In fact, he seemed to be smiling even harder when he said “I think you need to relax. Why don’t you buy me a cup of coffee?”.

I don’t know why I said yes. Now how did the bastard recruit you?

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