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against my shoulder.

Grasping at my shoulder in pain, I go down sideways,
impacting my other arm into my OWN spatula as it hits the floor
at the wrong angle. Pain... cut by my own weapon, from my arm
across my chest.

Get on your feet, get ready for another attack... but
something's wrong. Thoughts shift closer to the present than
before; Joey was gaping at my wounds.

"Jeezus!" he exclaimed, lowering his defenses. I tried to
attack, but the pain was too great; my entire torso ached in
waves of agony.

"Fight me!" I ordered, waving my spatula around in my only
good arm.

"But... you're..." he said, pointing to my chest. I looked
down, and noticed that I had slashed open my own apron and shirt,
revealing my breasts to him.

"You HENTAI!" I yelled at him, whacking him in the arm with
my spatula. He bounced away, grasping at his forearm.

"No, no! You're oozing wires and fluid and sparks and
shit!" he said, pointing. I check again, only seeing some flesh
wounds.

"I don't see any wires, pervert," I said. "Fight!"

"I would, but... OH MY GOD! WHAT'S THAT?!" he screamed,
pointing behind me.

I realized only as I was falling unconscious that I had
fallen for the actual oldest trick in the book (Wae Spat form #1,
the sucker punch).

*

"JOEY NO BAKA!" I yelled out, regaining consciousness and
slicing at the air with my hand. No spatula. No dojo, in fact.

I looked up, and found the dojo gone and an auto shop in its
place. The cheater had apparently moved me here after knocking
me cold. Why is unknown.

"Hey, you're up!" a weasly-looking little high school
student said, looking up from his copy of TECHWEEK. "Good thing.
I was worried for a minute or two that the OS wouldn't reboot.