"Let's get it over with. It's tough if you get hurt."

The eyes of the two of us fall apart. What? What?

"Well, hey, I slapped you"

"Right, right"

"Huh!?

The rigid arm of the pruning shrugs over my head. I cling, get up, and escape from the kick of the pruning. I run like a sewer.

"Wait!

"Kill him."

Hi.I just stopped it. What the hell? The turban macho broke in with me and the razor sharpener.

"What are you two doing to a girl?"

Oh, cool. Two to one, but I haven't lost. One of the pruners put out a knife. Huh. That's too much. Mr. Turban is in danger.