The Battle

It’s been three hours and my body still feels numb. Today Abacus defended his honour.

Alright Abacus, where’s this “revenge” I’ve been waiting for? You gonna show me your freckled ass or something?

Let’s begin, Carl.

At first, Abacus recited a few words and Carl seemed confused.

But then it got worse.

Abacus delivered some of the meanest, most awful rhymes I’ve ever heard. And like an acid trip, every minute got worse.

Anastasia sprinted out of earshot. Angry Chef squeezed his beer so hard the bottle cracked. Toast had to plug his ears before he started running.

But Carl listened.

Carl kept listening.

Suddenly Abacus stopped. Carl didn’t move. He just stood there. And then Carl fell over.

At that point I started vomiting, so Angry Chef had to carry me away. I know he didn’t have trouble, because he’s so strong, but he must have noticed how fat I am.

I’m not sure how it all ended.

1. Breath

2. Check pulse

3. Align hands

4. Push chest

But I do know one thing.

Easy Carl, easy now.

Abacus… Abacus… you… must … this is so important…

Those were the most vicious rhymes ever delivered.

What is it?

You… you gotta join my rap group.