All the bumps make him feel more unsafe. Is that possible? He jumps behind the box, putting up his hands like he knew what to do with them. Where did her shoes even come from? Why wasn't he wearing them?


"I'm NOT A FRENCH GIRL?" He hollers, banging his head on the wall behind him in his effort to escape. There's no escape. "You should ask to ride on his TRICYCLE, that's the only one you're OLD ENOUGH FOR."

Sick burn, Chad.