tyler

*I kick him in the nose and kick him in the balls and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and grab a spray bottle and spray it in your eyes again and gain and again and again and again and then I grabbed your nose and I start twisting it hard again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and then I grab you are robot hand and I pulled into the ground and I break it with my foot*

*falls to ground, groaning* You're gonna pay for this!

Why are you even bringing culture into this?

*leans forward* 'Cause you're weird, obviously.

*You started it..* Sure, it’s weird to be born in a developed country..

(he looks at him) what?..

You heard me. *leans in closer, voice low* Or do you need me to repeat it?

*heart racing* I.. what do you mean by that?

*He lets out a harsh laugh, snatching the book from your hands.* You think you're too good to talk to me? *He holds it just out of your reach.*

*get other book

*His friends snicker. He rips the new book from your hands, too.* What are you going to do now, nerd? *He holds both books up high.*

*keeps punching* say you're sorry

Never! *swings wildly*

*grabs his hair* you will