-walks downstairs-
Mike: -sees my eye- Damn, boy. What happened?
Fight...
Mike: Did ya win?
No.
Mike: -kneels down next to me- Now this is what you need to do if someone tries to mess with ya. Just gotta... -punches the air- Coldcock em right in the face. -stands back up- Got that, son?
-straightens up, salutes- Yes, sir sir!
