I had a fight an hour ago. I was riding my tricycle when some young dudes decided that they would have some fun. Hah! Little did they know twas I who was going to have some fun. Not them. I. Me.
Anyway. These dandy dudey dunces shouted all kinds of unpleasantness, like "I say, you sir! It rather appears that you are riding something vaguely resembling a cow typed object, sir. Why not get off and milk it sir, what what?"
See? Jolly unpleasantness. Deserving of a right royal punch on the old conker. Oh yes.
So I walked over to them. All three of them, I mean all fifteen of them stood to face me. But I knew that I would win. I have been studying Steven Segal films for quite a few weeks, and also registered my hands as deadly weapons with a gent outside the local public convenience. He said it was a "hand job", and that it would only cost £5. Then he attacked my groin and I accidentally ran off, clutchin' my under wear to my bot. Wham. That got him.
All went quiet. You could have heard a little fairy trump. "I say" I said. I did. I said "I say". I said "I say. What was it you said about my tricycle? What is it you said?" I said.
"What was that you said about what we said?" chirped in one of these jolly street punkers.
"I said" I said, " I said "I say" "I said. I did. I said "I say". And then I said "I say. What was it you said about my tricycle? What is it that you said?" I said.
This went on for about an hour. They were howling with fear, and all had to hide their faces. I could tell they were suffering from adrenalin. Their shoulders were shaking, and some of the were even rolling aorund on the floor.
I opted to bring this matter to a violent end. "I say" I said. I did. I said "I say" What did you say about my tricycle? What what?" I said. I did, I said. I said "I say" I said. I did, I said "I say. Who here, I mean whom here. Which of you....which of you whom here are familiar with the Marquis of Queensbury rules" I said. I did. I said.
Thats when their mothers arrived and whisked them away in their perambulators. One to me I think.
Oh yes. Those yound dudes will watch out next time their mummies come to the clinic to have them weighed. Oh yes.
Self reflection. Basically I rather think that I could have handled myself better. Things went ok, but only because of my training. If this happens again I certainly intend repainting my tricycle. A nice pink or shiny yellow will show them that it is not a cow like creature. Oh yes.
Feedback - do any of the 7th Dan Aikiseagaldo members here have feedback on how I can perform next week?
Cool, you rather dudey types. Cool.
