"That's Luke," his classmate whispered to her friends as we passed. "I really want to kill him."
Imagine the pokes, prods, well timed/right proximity farts. The leading right up the garden path. The messing about. Getting other people in trouble. All that work lowering the tone to make everything in life one big gag for a nine year old, at your expense.
I, for one, am quite impressed.
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