you slowly creep up to the counter and peer over trying to stay out of range of any projectiles that may head your way. you see that your asailant is a small boy. you can't tell how old he is, but he can't be any older than 10. He is wearing a wok on his head like a helmet with leather straps runing through the handles and under his chin for support. The thing he hit you with was indeed a spatula. he was wearing a dirty t-shirt,a brown leather backpack, torn jeans ,and was completely barefoot. "WOCAAAH!" he yelled as he grabbed a salt shaker and threw it at the light switch. It hit the switch turning the lights off and landed on the ground. it was sturdy enough that it rolled unbroken to the middle of the room."TISOBA!" he yelled and grabbed you pulling you to the other side of the counter. he pushed you to the ground and covered your mouth with his hand.
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