There was a huge clearing in the backyard with some potholes in the ground, courtesy of Willie's daily power training.
Suddenly, there was a loud, devastating cry coming from that very same clearing, followed by another.
"Hey! Isaac, how dare you hit me! Ouch! Isaac, you jerk b*stard, I'm going to kill you! F-F*ck! No, not the face, don't hit the face!"
Isaac had pinned Willie to the ground and was now bashing him in the face and on the head. By now, Willie's face had swollen so much he was almost unrecognizable.
Isaac kept yelling as he punched, saying, "Not the face? What makes you think you can bargain with me after putting laxatives in my food last night?"
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