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||YOU DON'T KNOW JACK||

|CAMI

"Jerry, dude, why aren't you training?" Jack asked as he, Milton, and I walked into Phil's to see Jerry play a wack-a-mole type game. Instead of moles they were...genies, I think. "Your black belt test is in a couple of days! You know how important this is to Rudy. There isn't anywhere he'd rather be."

"I am outta here!" Rudy announced, walking in, contradicting Jack's previous statement. "Headed to Beijing for 2 weeks because Karate Magazine just named me Sensei of the Year."

"What about our tests?" Milton asked.

"What test?" Rudy asked.

"Our belt ranking tests!" Milton clarified. 

"Oh. Oh that test," Rudy realized. "Of course. I take belt ranking very seriously. Milton's going for his blue-"

"-brown," I corrected.

"-brown and Jerry's going for his green-"

"-black," I corrected again.

"-black," Rudy repeated. "And that's why Jeff-"

"-Jack!" I corrected. "Dios mios."

"-Jack and Cameron-"

"-Cami!" I corrected for the fourth time.

"-Cami will be giving you your tests while I'm in Japan-"

"-China!" we all corrected.

"Whatever!" Rudy shouted back.

"I won't be able to give the test. I'm not a sensei," I reminded Rudy.

"Oh yeah. I only made John-"

"-Jack!" I corrected again.

"-Jack a sensei," Rudy corrected himself.

"Jesus Christ," I exhaled.

"Hey guys. You wanna know what the best part about being named Sensei of the Year is?" Rudy asked.

"You finally get the recognition you deserve," Jack guessed.

"Pfft. No," Rudy scoffed. "I get to rub it in Ty's face. I just called him at his new job at Roll-a-Rubs and he's on his way over now." As if on cue, Ty walked into Phil's with masseuse equipment.

"Roll-a-Rubs mobile massage! I'm looking for uh Harry Buns," Ty called out making me, Jack, Jerry, Milton, and Rudy snicker. "Harry Buns? I need Harry Buns! What's so funny? I WANT HARRY BUNS!" I started leaning on Jack for support as I cracked up.

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Me and Jack walked into the dojo to see Jerry still doing push-ups. Well, 'still' doing them. We saw him, from the window, spray water on his face and get on the ground to start his push-ups. "999, 1000! Woo! Ah! Try and keep up Milton," Jerry breathed heavily.

"We know you just did your fake sweat bottle thing," Jack said.

"I can't believe you think that," Jerry gasped.

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