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[h2][b]Joe Watson[/b][/h2]
"Oh, dear God, they're multiplying..." I mutter under my breath as this... [i]teenager[/i] scolds the girl, the girl who just decided to eat half my sandwich. Oh, but he's not scolding her for [i]her[/i] behaviour, because clearly [i]I'm[/i] in the wrong for manhandling her despite her oh-so-delicate feminine sensibilities; no, he's scolding her for even getting in a debate with me. Apparently, "my kind" cannot be reasoned with, at all, ever. Ugh, I bet this is going to be all over Youtube, too. Go on, then, keep filming if you like. It won't change how this goes down. With a loud and exaggerated sigh, I grab the man's shoulder and spin him round to face me once he's finished his spiel.
"You said it yourself, "sir"," I begin scathingly, "some people can't be reasoned with. It just happens that the target of this presumption was incorrect; I quite fancy that in this case, the unreasonable one is the girl here. In case you didn't notice, there was no good reason for her to consume half my damn lunch, or indeed to decide she wanted to get into an argument with me in the first place other than her own misguided beliefs and apparent lack of self-control when it comes to attacking others for their thoughts. And she hasn't even had the common courtesy to introduce herself yet, of course," I continue, putting a slight tone of sarcasm into my voice as I say this, "though given how our first meeting's gone, I'm fairly certain I'd be happy as Larry if I never saw her again. And as for [i]you[/i]," I add with a point toward the boy, "I think "overly zealous left-wing teenager" accurately describes you, from what you've presented so far... maybe add in "will probably die of an aneurysm in his early thirties", if you get that angry on a regular basis. Still, that's probably fifteen more good years in you; enjoy those while you can. Pardon me, [i]if[/i] you can."