Countering a crowd of Yeti Part III

“That hurt! Why did you pinch me?!” Angela said as she rubbed her cheek.

“To teach a smart-mouthed kid a lesson to behave by not interrupting while the adults are speaking.”

“Who are you calling a kid, huh?!” She gestured to get up for a fight, and of course, the one who was different by height, but not by mental age did so as well. He could be even more childish by guarding up as he curled up a smirk with the bread in his mouth still!

“Why? You wanna fight, brat? But let me tell you something. Picking a fight with me means getting your cheeks smooched nonstop, you know that?”

“Y... You, that’s not fair!”

“Uh-ha! There's no such thing as fair in this world.”

Then they both stared at each other flaringly. If this were a scene in a cartoon, there would be laser beams shooting from their eyes by now. And a moment later after getting in a ready position, these two kids launched themselves into a scuffle right away.