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You grab the money off of her desk and head for the door.
Phyber yells, "Hey, come back here with that money! Theif!"
You respond with "I'm just taking this for reim--"
You stop short as you run into Post. "Why are you in a hurry?" he asks.
Not being very bright, you attempt to fight him off. "I'll take you
on!" you yell, assuming a Rocky boxing pose. Your hands are
successfully covering your face, but they do nothing to stop Post's
foot as it strikes through your abdomen. That's "through" your abdomen,
mind you.
"Dude, look... I was only playing around,"
he says to Phyber. "He shouldn't have stepped
forward. This person knows nothing about Kung Fu." And he's right.
Although you're just wondering when he'll remove his foot, as it's still
sticking through your body. Ah, he's removing it now, or it appears
that he's removing it as your body slides off his leg and into a heap on
the floor.
Perhaps next time you could try stealing yearbooks, too, instead of
just money.
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