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Summary: Android 18 is super excited about her first World Martial Arts Tournament.
"So look, I'm not actually interested in doing this competition."
"Who are you?! How did you get in here?"
"I know I shouldn't have given into doing this dick waving 'competition', but when he gave me those puppy dog eyes…"
"Dick Waving?!"
"Though I'll admit that prize money sounds nice, but honestly this whole thing sounds like a hassle."
"I warn you lady, if you're planning to rob me, I am the World Champion Martial Artist and I—"
The ki-blast from 18 went several rooms into the mansion, and a whiff of singed eyebrow rose from Satan.
"I will give you whatever you want, please don't hurt me."
"Don't worry, I just want a trade. In our fight tomorrow, I can trade you a win for some phat swag."
"Fat?"
"Money. I mean lots of money."