“So what, this is just a friendly visit, Confucius?” Kip practically shouted at the Emperor. “Or maybe you’re here on business, huh? Getting bored of playing Daddy to our little tribe of misfits.”
“I accept my duties with honor,” the Emperor responded. “But that is not our topic of discussion. I come with a challenge.”
“Of course you do, Miyagi. So when am I facing up against the Great Scotsman?”
“The challenge does not come from Fierce Hampton. It is from Ms. Margaret Lawrence.”
“Are you shitting me? The big guy had to send his ‘girlfriend’ after me? Man, what a loser! Alright fine,” Kip said, fingering the hilt of his machete. “I’m no pussy, I can cut a woman. When do we fight?”
“Right now,” the Emperor said.
Kip spun, machete out, looking for his combatant. He stood aggressively for a moment before the Emperor spoke again.
“It is not that kind of challenge, Kip.”
“What are you talking about? What other kind is there?”
“The object in question has been moved to a location chosen by me. The first one to get to it keeps it,” the Emperor said, handing Kip a before-unseen envelope.
Kip quickly checked his pockets to find that his newest toy was indeed gone. “What are you playing at? Since when can you pull this, you filthy J*p?”
“The ground rules have always allowed for different variations of challenges.”
Kip buried his blade halfway through the Emperor’s skull.
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