>be 5th grade
>after recess i gotta piss
>go to bathroom
> filled to bursting with ghetto delinquents
>one of them (i shit you not is named larry) comes up to me and asks " have you ever played choke out before?"
>before i could answer he grabs my neck and lifts me up with the strength i assume only comes from being borderline retarded
>cant breath. start to black out
>drops me and him and his posse leave laughing with me gasping
> fast forward one month
>on playground doing whatever
>kickball rolls up to me and i pick it up
>larry follows close behind
>"hey fag, gimme the ball"
>fuckyourshitnigger.jpg
>attempt to kick ball over him, instead hits him in his ugly mug point blank
>the sheer impact of the ball was enough to send waves that reverberated through time and space and have the gods turn away
>ohshit.jpg im gonna die
>he proceeds to look at me with a dirty look and turns and walks away and never bothers me again
>thanks to whichever deity guided my kick of power directly into that flesh golems face.
violence is sometimes the best or only answer