"What?" the one with the cootie catcher says.
"Hey! You were trying to screw up my fortune!" the other one says. "You and your stupid spelling!"
"I'm not a calculator!" the other one says.
"What'd you say about my mother?" the other one stands up, sweeping the table aside. You duck to keep from getting hit by a flying bottle.
The second biker crumples up the cootie catcher and tosses it aside.
"That was a gift!" says the bearded biker.
"Get 'em!" says the small man.
What do you do?
"Guys, there's no need to fight!"
Back away from the coming melee.
Yell "Get 'em!"
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