Vern expected rough play.  Whether it was a bar, a school, or the hostile take over of a small country it was important to be prepared for a cheap shot to Mr. Happy and the luggage.<br/><br/>It's why Vern never went without the steel cod piece when he was working.  So when Not-the-Duck-girl suddenly became Revenge-of-the-Girl-Ninja and snap a leg out like a ball peen hammer it hit solid. It hit in the exact position to do what Barbara Bobbitt would have done had she had a hammer and not a knife.<br/><br/>Vern could even feel the cod piece dent slightly. It slammed him up against a chair with the force of it. If it hadn't been for that cod piece he would be a soprano for life.  Instead he shook it off and took a cautious step feeling a little sore before growling in the direction of the door.<br/><br/>"It ain't nice to kick," Vern said gleefully and grabbed her by the hair in two strides. "Now I'm gonna have tah beat yah up!"<br/>Vern lifted her on her toes and shook her to rattle her teeth. There was a chain on the wall near by. He kicked a desk over to it. He was gonna chain her by the neck. On that chain and have her belly down over that desk.  Those cloths were coming off and she was gonna get her ass beat.<br/><br/>He'd deal with the other two in a minute once he got the fire out of this one, Vern thought.<br/><br/>Jethro tried to move with the wiggling figure. Frustrated. He flicked his tongue out frantically and moved closer to the edge of the desk. Then next step was slithering down. The corner looked more promising then before.<br/><br/>