Figurative mental brakes have put a firm halt to any and all thought processes. With a frantic, violent flap of his hand, he dismisses the other boy’s request for corresponding personal information. He’s not done talking about this. So not done.
“Okay, did you attend some school designed to specifically train the next generation of serial killers? Because if the answer is no—actually, hold up. If the answer isn’t no, do me a favor. Pretend you never met me, refuse to ever take up a hit targeting me. You can keep my bike in exchange. We’ll call it even.”
Said bike rolls over a sharp bump. Stiles thinks the bike seat may have just performed a prostate exam on him. Cringing, he continues.
“When a child poisons someone else, the adults don’t laugh it off like, ‘oh, kids will be kids!’ No. Instead, they ship that little psychotic freak off for some serious therapy and pray they haven’t been raising the next Ted Bundy under their roof. So stop treating this so lightly! That’s screwed up! Really, really, really screwed up!”
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“Okay, did you attend some school designed to specifically train the next generation of serial killers? Because if the answer is no—actually, hold up. If the answer isn’t no, do me a favor. Pretend you never met me, refuse to ever take up a hit targeting me. You can keep my bike in exchange. We’ll call it even.”
Said bike rolls over a sharp bump. Stiles thinks the bike seat may have just performed a prostate exam on him. Cringing, he continues.
“When a child poisons someone else, the adults don’t laugh it off like, ‘oh, kids will be kids!’ No. Instead, they ship that little psychotic freak off for some serious therapy and pray they haven’t been raising the next Ted Bundy under their roof. So stop treating this so lightly! That’s screwed up! Really, really, really screwed up!”