"I don't think I'll do kung-fu," Albert said one night as we all sat in the kitchen drinking Rooibos tea. After a momentary pause he added, "I think I'll do ninjutsu instead." and he punched Gareth, who was sitting next to him, squarely in the gut.
Gareth lurched forward a little, tea spilling onto his lap, and a tiny drop fell onto Albert's hand.
Albert giggled for a moment, then said: "Wait... you just spilled tea on my hand. I'm burned!"
And he jumped off his chair, waving his hand about and beating it against his other hand, as if extinguishing fire.
I doubled over laughing.
The End
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