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Senji

Senji thinks, then moves his left fist up six inches.

“Left only goes diagonal!” snaps Hawthorne.

Senji rolls his eyes and pulls back. “Look, I don’t know who gave you the idea for ‘chessboxing,’ but–”

“BrutoChess 5000! I told you! That other name is copyrighted.”

Senji groans. “That doesn’t mean you can’t say it out loud, Hawthorne.” He drops his gloves, pops out his mouthguard and turns away.

“You don’t know!” Hawthorne says. “Their ears are everywhere!”

“Is that why you did this to the dog?” asks Senji, as Pajamas trots in, whining and trying to shake off his thumping headphones.

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