"I'm telling you, I do. I kicked your ass in this dojo once. I think I got a concussion out of it or something, but I beat you. Once. And the other person's other me. He handed you your ass on a plate when you were swordfighting. Couple've times."
Jake watched Aaron as he moved about, then looked around for his chair. "Roger that," he replied, hoping he wouldn't have to eat anything that involved seaweed or algae-gloop. Then he spotted his chair. "Fucking hell. I must've shoved my chair away. Would you mind bringing it over?"