You head run out of the kitchen immediately stop dead in your tracks.

    There staring you down is... you.

    And you don't look happy.

    You take a defensive step backward, but it's too late.  You pounce on you.

    You take a few blows, but you're able to kick you off of you for a moment.

    And then you see you reach into the back of your underpants and pull out a medieval battle axe.

    You shit a brick.

    Reach into back of your underpants to see if you can find a similar medieval weapon.

    See if you can hork something up at you.

    Throw shit brick at you.