'And then I was just beating the punk in a no holds barred beatdown! 1 after the other! I felt like a freaking boxer, even though I was just undercover as 1!' Granger exclaimed.
Hetty looked unamused.
'What?'
'You? Taking down a 250 pound boxer? (light chuckle). With nothing but your fists? You really got out of that without a concussion or broken ribs?' She asked.
'Well, I did eventually get faitigued at the end, and I slept very well that night.'
Hetty laughed.
'All right all right! I had to resort to kicking him in the shins! Was it unsportsmanlike? Absolutely. But I wasn't about to be beaten to death by a punk!' Granger defended himself.
'Whatever, dear. (chuckle).'
'Hey, not all of us can hide ninja weapons like nun chucks in our intimate parts like you can!'
'Oh really? You think my bra and panties are the only places I can hide stuff?! My my, aren't you feeling horny right now, Owen?' Hetty chortled.
Granger harrumphed.