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Everyone knows Wellington Wetworth the Second right? And everyone knows that the Governor's son is quite a spoiled brat, guess what happened when we crossed paths. Well, he challenged me to a fight.
Junior, as that's what everyone calls him, thought he could beat me. He couldn't have been more wrong, I accepted his challenge.
Fellow Teenage Snorks soon gathered around in a circle, outside the school and I recall AllStar and his friends were there to watch the whole thing unfold. They don't know how bad it's going to be, in fact I didn't do much.
Junior ended up taking off his shirt, so I did the same. I told everyone to remain silent so we wouldn't attract any attention no more than what we already have, and Junior insist he wants this fight to be quick. Turns out we don't have much time thanks to a tight schedule, "Bring it on Radio!" said Junior pumping his fist.
"You first, since you wanted this," I told him.
He should have known, I've been in more fights than any Snork in Snorkland. I've always won every single one won, I was fighting Fully Mature Adult Snorks and not Teenagers. He should have remembered me bending that steel bar into a knot, that's how strong I am.
Junior throws the first punch, I simply grabbed it with my hand and squeezed as hard as I can. He screamed with mercy as I brought him to his knees as I crushed his hand, and blood starts dripping out onto the sand.
It only took a few seconds and the fight was over, Junior was defeated and humiliated as he cries like a baby. I would have kicked him in the gonads and he would go down just like that, but I have to draw blood just to increase my Fear Factor.
"Need a hand Wetworthless?" I joked with him.
Junior nods, his eyes were full of tears as I helped him up back to his feet. "I've taken on Snorks older than both of us," I told him, "They can't mimic what I did, but your father has no power over me so forget about trying to get me canned."
No one was cheering, but I've made a point. So why didn't Governor Wellington do anything? I don't live in Snorkland, and I'm not planning to for the rest of my life. That's why.
He's lucky that I didn't beat him senseless, if I delivered my fist into jaw I would knock him out cold and possibly break his neck – killing him in the process. Snorks are so easy to take down, no matter how strong they are in reality.
TO BE CONTINUED...
