As the old man approached my friends an me, we froze as we knew a beating was about to get thrown down.
Barefoot and covered in peanut butter, I attacked the elderly man coming at him with all fours wailing in the air towards his face region. Using his only weapon; a
flashlight, he uppercut me with tremendous force. Luckily, it didn't have any batteries, so it didn't hurt very bad. After about 7 seconds of fighting, my lungs gasping for air, and a stumped toe the size of an almond, I slapped my friends hand to come in. After all, this was a tag team fight. Screaming
gibberish as his battle cry, my homie sprung into action an slipper popped that old man right on top of his foot. "Yeow ouchy oh ouchy oh ouchy oh gloot that hurty oh hurty oh hurty my foot," the old man yelled as his foot was on fire from the slap. After that session, my other friend, (theres three of us) approached with the courage and swiftness of a ninja as he went supersaian on the elder on his
bicycle!!!! But wait, his tire is flat!!! "Whoa whoa john doe" he screamed as he slid and collided with the old creatures hip. We thought the impact would cripple the old man just by snapping his hip, but NOOOOOO!!! He had just had a hip replacement and it was pure TITANIUM!!! The reflected force shot back into our eyes and we were temporarily "blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce another runner in the night." Yes, blinded by the light, by Manfred Man. It's quite a classic, but also besides the point. We were blinded by the light from his artificial appendage and fell to the ground. Then we left.
THE END!!!
