Kung Fu Master

I kicked them out of the living room.  Samantha, a little stung, escorted Simon out of the room.  I can hear them all the way to the bedroom.

Samantha says, “Simon, c’mon.  Let’s go play our kung fu game.”

I can hear some moving around, and as it doesn’t sound as though death is imminent, I stay busy where I am.

Samantha says, “Simon, this our fighting area.  This is my side.  And this is the boy’s side.”

Simon seems to be ignoring her game suggestions, from what I can hear, so I carry on.  Time passes, with lots of giggling and the sound of running feet.  Happy children at play.

Suddenly, Samantha scolds, “SIMON!  You hurt me in our kung fu game!”

Game over.