His enemies had no clue what to do next. Fight? Flee? Disrobe? He used this time of confusion to plan his next attack. He took some air into his lungs, and noticed everything around him: An air conditioner trapped in a large metal box, some sand, 4 or 5 guys who wanted to kill him and steal his pants, a chicken pot pie cooling on a rack, and more sand. The took the sand into his gloved palms and tossed it at the 4 or 5 guys around them. Ok, there were only 4, but 4 or 5 sounded better when telling the story.
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