One hour after waterboarding and beating the crap out of him, Sam was left alone on the floor of the cafeteria.
He slowly picked himself up and walked out of the room.
One week later.
At the same time in the same cafeteria.
Sam is sitting at the same table and eating while a different group of kids came.
"Oi, Bastard. Get lost."
"I am not a Bastard. Stop calling me that."
"Then why don't you tell that to the instructors. They call you the Bastard all the time. Until the time they stop calling you that, you will always be a bastard. Now, dear bastard. Fuck off from the table."
Sam ignored them and kept on eating.
"You are indeed a hard-headed Bastard aren't you? Get him, guys."
They dragged him by his collar once again and they started beating the crap out of him.
"Come on. Say it. I. AM. A BASTARD."
