NINJA SCREAM.
"Haja!" It's you against the mittens (do not panic, you are far away from the oven: SAFETY FIRST).
Let's go.
Not any hitting, just dramatic screaming following the inability to not laugh. You poke the mitten, it attacks back. You baseball hit it and...
VICTORY.
So you fly off to the sunset to get your dad's credit card with the sleeves of your soccer hoodie frantically flapping whilst singing, I Am the Walrus by the Beatles.
Thus is life.
-EEVI
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