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As women in their early twenties are felled by the four, five, and six year olds at Shaolin Elementary, BirthaBlue and Senusret I size each other up from afar.
BirthaBlue: I see that you've trained your vermin well, Senusret I.
Although Birtha's warriors are attempting to slaughter the mini-killing machines, their ankles are being bitten left and right, tendons being slashed by the machete-wielding kids.
Senusret I: [Smiles] They are prepared to meet their maker if need be. Whatever it takes to protect their master.
BirthaBlue: You flatter yourself, Senusret.
As the last of Birtha's warriors is felled, the young soldiers cheer in victory.
Senusret I: Silence, children. Birtha's warriors were just practice. The real enemy is before you. Do notbe fooled by her pleasant exterior. Birtha is a master of death and won't hesitate to slice you, dice you, and feed you to the dogs.
BirthaBlue: Damn right, Senusret. Either call off your pint sized Shaolin soldiers, or they shall not live to eat another subsidized school lunch.
Senusret I: Oh HELL naw. Soldiers....TAKE HER DOWN!!!!
(to be continued)
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