"Look at those things," I said. "They look like double-ended padded bats or something."
He said something for about five minutes. Sometimes, when Goren talks, I mentally edit what he says to make things easier.
"So you fight with 'em, hunh? For fun. I will *never* figure some people out. Twenty-five bucks? What a rip."
He looked thougtful. "You know, it wouldn't be too hard to make some with some pvc pipes, duct tape and some t-shirts."
"Nice, MacGuyver," I said. "Let me know how the experience turns out."
"We could smack each other with them."
"Now you have my attention. I'll get the duct tape."
About twenty minutes later, we were ready to go. We moved some desks and got ready for gladatorial combat.
How'd it go?
Round one: Me. I hit him in the nuts.
Round two: Me. I danced around him while he rolled on the ground holding his nuts.
Round three: Him. He swung up and caught me right in the sack. Not. Cool.
So after the moaning subsided, we agreed that this was the stupidest fucking idea ever. Eames pointed out that nobody cares, but Bobby whined so much that she bought him some Combos from the vending machine.
However, now Goren wants to make lightsabers out of the florescent tubes and try again. I was specfically told not to write a blow-blow account, though, because other than us, nobody's interested.