I walk into my local Best Buy.Â
I make my way over to the video game section in the back.
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I pick up a copy of "LEGO Star Wars The Skywalker Saga" for the Nintendo Switch.
I stroll over to the cash register, which is operated by a handsome maiden.
I hand my game to the dame, our fingers touch, which causes her to blush.
"Wow, that game looks cool. You must have good taste." She tells me, face red as an apple.
I chuckle; I ready a witty response.
"This idiot's buying "LEGO Star Wars" instead of *Insert overrated game franchise*."
I observed the one who made this outburst; it was a nine-year-old boy wearing a cringe "Fortnite" tee.
I say to the boy, "Please keep your voice down, little one. We are in a public place."
"F— you!" shouts the boy. (Possibly Ethan)
He lunges at me; I expertly side-step, my trench coat billows.
I step forward as he turns around to face me.
He attempts to throw a haymaker.
I block it with my elbow and follow up with a jab to his nose, it breaks on contact.
He cries in pain as he brings his hand up to his nose.
I capitalize on the opportunity and deliver a punch to his ribcage, I fracture three of his ribs.
He reaches out for me, it looked like he was about to beg for mercy.
I grab his arm and bring my elbow down full force on it, the arm snaps and a bone protrudes from his flesh.
The boy is crying, begging for me to stop.
I deliver a thrust kick to his diaphragm, he falls to the floor, coughing up blood.
As he lie helpless on the carpeted floor I sit on his stomach which is experiencing internal bleeding and deliver full power jabs to his face.
I relent after 30 seconds which leaves his face in a bloody pulp.
I walk back to the maiden who still holds my game in her delicate hands.
"That was cool, do you maybe want to play that game at my place some time."
I say, "Sorry madam, I play alone, and besides,"
"You're not my type."
I moonwalk out the automatic doors to my hoverboard parked on the sidewalk.
I wheel down the street back to my abode, ready to pop the bad boy into my Switch.