Okay, I have a story for this. When I was a young man, me and 2 other guys were living in a trailer park to make it..
And one afternoon I came out the door dressed for a date and this big goofy neighbor kid unleashed a fuckin' Super-Soaker on me.
That thing wet me up fucking proper and then some! The kid's like 17, big, dumb, goofy, and very immature.
I let him know I was mad, but I damn sure didn't hurt him or beat him to death. If I even would have hit him, I would have felt bad. He would have cried.
Would have been a bad deal all the way around. That's the difference between me and these animals that killed a kid for doing the same thing.
Sure, I was embarrassed and all that, but I'm a real man. I knew better than to hurt that boy. I hope he's doing well wherever he is.
It would have killed his self-confidence forever if I had hit him. It would have shattered his faith in humanity. The right decision was made that day.
I didn't lose a damn thing; Got laid that night after a change of clothes and the boy remained happy and derpy as ever.
That damn Super-Soaker was the only real toy he had. A poor boy in a trailer park. What, I'm gonna break it? No.
It was really the only nice thing he had. I couldn't take that from him. It was all he had. I let him enjoy the day he soaked the fuck out of me with that thing. I had to put the quash on that behavior later, but I did so gently. What kind of asshole would break a young kid like that? Not me.
By "gently" I mean I scoop-slammed him to the ground, took his Super-Soaker by force and soaked him with it, all in his face, saying "How do you like it,huh?"
Then gave it back to him.