Bro code violation log

Its 12:00 PM, ja? Lunch is about to end, si? Me and the gang regroup at the stairwell because we're gonna have to go back to our respective education rooms. My Vietnamese friend, lets call him 230 is dancing like some type of idiot to my Mexican friend, lets call him 772. Unbeknownst to me, 230 entered VATS and selected 772's nuts once. He must've missed because I didn't hear a word from him. Now here's where I come in. 230 has approached my location, still hitting the jig like Johnny Cage from mortal kombat one. I think "oh ja ist mein turn to recieve this fuckery" however, 230 breaks the bro code established in 2022. He hit my fucking nuts. Now, I can take a hit, and the bro code allows for nut taps. However, this fucker, this piece of shit, this bastard, this maniacal fuckstick decided to take it a step further. A closed fist assault on the human fabricator. He deceived me into thinking this weird dance was a friendly gesture, but that was far from the truth. The fusion core was left unguarded. As his fist made contact with the factory, a wave of pain rushed throughout my lower half and a bit into my stomach. I was shocked by this betrayal of trust. I double over, however being careful to fall down as I know these school floors are nasty as fuck and people don't be washing their shoes. I can hear the entire bro unit laughing. However, because men don't cry, I laugh off the pain and quickly lock in because I would rather die than be seen as a weird kid clutching his nuts for even a milisecond. I'm already on thin ice due to middle school me being middle school me, so I had ONE chance to redeem myself. I detach from the squadron, commencing exfil to 5th period to learn some random bullshit I already forgot about.

In short: Asshole friend used deception to punch my nuts. We're still friends though.