"I have this." Johnny pulled out from behind his back a strange contraption. It looked like a clear circular shield, with a tube sticking out of the bottom of it and a ring of tennis balls around the edge of the shield.
"Whoa," Mike said, hs eyes wide in amazement. "How do you have the gun from the Assault event from American Gladiators??"
"Well, I threw an American Gladiator Party once, and Gemini gave it to me as a gift."
"WHAT?? 1. Why wasn't I invited? 2. How did you get Gemini to come? And 3. Why have you never shown this to me before??"
"I think you were out of town for some reason. It was all kind of spur of the moment. I ran into Gemini at the grocery store. Literally. He knocked me unconscious. I think that's why he gave me the assault gun. Anyway, we can use it to test your speed and agility. The balls come out at like 100 miles an hour."
Mike looked a little suspicious. "Won't it hurt if I get hit?"
"Then don't get hit," Johnny said as he hooked the assault weapon up to the overhead catwalk. "Now I'm going to shoot these tennis balls at you, and you have to try to dodge them."
"Um, I gues-OW!" Johnny had shot a ball that smack Mike right in the head. "Dude, you beaned me!"
"Hey, I told you I was gonna shoot it."
"Alright, well, next time say "Go" or something."
"Go!" Johnny said and shot three more balls right at Mike's head. This time, Mike reacted quickly, side stepping two of them and catching the third one.
"Oh, it's on now," Mike said, as he and Johnny prepared to embark on a rigorous training regimen. Not far away, their friend the fox was finishing a regimen of his own.