When I was a small child, I was a jungle gym gymnastics pro. I was queen. I was doing my thing and hanging upside down and doing flips and shit when this little bastard of a kid came and lifted my shirt up. I flipped back upways and went after him. I tackled him and spit in his face and told him no one would ever talk to him again and that he’d get pox. My mom had been watching some period piece with small pox.
Anyways, a week later, he got chicken pox and no one would talk to him after because he’d scratched so much they’d scarred.