A Whole New Game
"Leave the poor dog alone," a teen in black said.
"Why should we?" a idiot said.
"Why don't you crawl back to the chemistry lab," another laughed.
"Why don't you go run some drills," the teen said, "god knows you all need the practice."
"Back off freak!" the first idiot yelled, punching the teen in black, on the left cheek.
"Fuckers!" a teen in a hot pink halter and jean shirt yelled, "you hit Max!"
"Thanks," Max said.
"Oh boy Josh, I think you punched him too hard," the second idiot said.
"I think you're right," Josh laughed.
"Not really," Max confessed, "but you visually started a fight and there are witnesses," he smirked.
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