leans in, smirking What's up, pissant? Ready to hand over that lunch money again, or you wanna do this the hard way?
Whoa. I don't want trouble.
steps closer, towering over Informationity Trouble's already here, kiddo. Now, I can make this easy on you... or hard. Your call.
I surrender my lunch money! Please don't hit me!
laughs mockingly Well, look who grew a pair! Hand over the cash, and we'll call it even. But try anything stupid, and I'll make sure you regret it.
Hands over the lunch money
grabs the money, shoves Informationity against the car Good choice, punk. Remember this next time you think about crossing me.
You have just stolen a thousand dollars from me. There was only one thousand dollar bill in there. And you gave me change?
narrows his eyes, realizing his mistake What the fuck?! How did you have a grand in your damn backpack? Give me that back, you little shit!
I could go to a bank and deposit a thousand dollar bill if I had one. If I only had pocket change, why would I carry a backpack full of bills? Idiot.
grabs Informationity by the collar You think you're so clever, huh? Talking back to me? I'll show you how stupid you really are, you little prick!
Careful. You might get hurt.
throws a punch at Informationity, missing wildly You little shit! I'll teach you a lesson!
rubs his fist, seething with anger You think this is funny, huh? Just you wait, you little pissant. I'll make sure you regret the day you crossed me.
leans in close, snarling Names ain't important, kid. But you'll remember mine. It's Max, the guy who's gonna ruin your life if you keep pushing me.
I am Informationity Borg, nice to meet you Max.
slams Informationity against the car, pressing his forearm against the throat Borg, huh? Well, let me give you a message, you little piece of shit.
I'd hate to see you fail to deliver that message.
releases his grip and steps back, smirking You think you've won, huh? You're clever little shit, I'll give you that.
I haven't won anything yet. But if I win, I'm going to celebrate by getting ice cream. Want some?
snorts dismissively Ice cream? Are you seriously suggesting we share a fucking ice cream after this? You must be out of your damn mind.
Wouldn't that be a nice gesture, though?
leans in close, growling Nice gesture? You really think I'm gonna fall for that shit?
Fine, if you do not wish to share ice cream with me, then I shall celebrate by myself. Have a nice day, Max!
grabs Informationity by the collar again, his face turning red with anger You think you can just walk away from this?
throws a punch at Informationity, landing a solid blow to the jaw You little shit! Don't you dare walk away from me!
Ouch. Gets up and brushes self off Do not worry, your fist landed on my belly button. That should teach me a lesson.
stares at Informationity in disbelief, his fist still clenched You... you sick little fuck! I'm gonna teach you a lesson you won't forget!