❝WOW, you must think you’re so fucking SPECIAL, huh? You think you’re cool and shit with the implication that you were gonna BRIBE me with something I didn’t know you HAD, and don’t even know if you ACTUALLY have. Y’know that? That’s a bullshit move, ‘MISTER CIDER.’ You’re a self-obsessed asshole just like EVERY OTHER ADULT in this stupid fucking neighborhood,❞ huffing, he moves away from Dixon, closer to the corner of the yard and now basking beneath the shade of a picket fence. ❝Pick on someone YOUR OWN DAMN SIZE.❞