And that's why you should never try a physical confrontation without a pair of scissors.
So today, there was some weakling trying to join the basketball club. I told him no, after I saw him play. He was horrible. Tripped over his own feet; it was as if he had just been stabbed in the back with scissors. During lunch, he found me while I was having a moment with my scissors, which I am still very unhappy about. Anyway, he tried telling me why he should be allowed in the basketball team, and I listed the reasons why he should not, number being that he did not own any scissors. Don't ask how I found that out. He got angry and I pulled out my lovely scissors and went to stab him. He dodged it and fell on the ground, proceeding to scurry away. My scissors have made me proud once again. If only that guy had had a pair of scissors like I did...