"Ha, sucker!" a muscular boy shoved a skinny one, sending him tumbling to the ground.
"This is what happens when you are weak!" the muscular boy exclaimed as he puffed out his chest.
"Why are you doing this?!" the weak boy cried in pain.
"It's simple, really! You're weak, and I'm strong—that's the reason!" the muscular boy proclaimed.
The weak boy didn't believe the muscled boy, so he decided to read his thoughts. He gazed into his eyes for a moment.
'Man, I hope that Amely saw that!' the muscular boy thought as he looked around, only to realize that the two were alone.
"God damn it, I hate this orphanage!" the muscular boy cursed.
"Is it fun? Being strong?" the weak one asked.
The muscular one scoffed. "Of course."
"Then can you let me experience it?" the weak one asked.
Before the muscular boy could respond in any way, his eyes widened for a moment.
The weak boy collapsed on the ground as now there wasn't anyone inhabiting the body.
