Oy looked at me for a solid second. Then he drew his sword and dashed at me. I saw my life flash before my eyes. I saw my children killing their first bot, and then getting their first skin. I saw myself turning into a pile of coins, them weeping behind me. ‘Not today’ I thought. I drew my sword, then dropped it and let it clatter to the ground. Oy looked at me, confused. I dropped my sword because I remember a secret technique my great great grandpa taught me. I can’t remember his words exactly, but I remember the strat. I pulled out… my Glock 53 and shot Oy.
Ok the end byyeeeeee