"Dude, gimme a little credit. I handle this stuff all the time, 'kay?"
"You wouldn't...think I was...being bad if I said this, would you...?"
"Huh?"
"Well...uh..."
Eric blushed.
He sat on the floor.
"Well!?" said Flavius.
"Uh...I was...nah..."
"C'mon, c'mon! Spill the beans!" said Flavius impatiently.
"Well...Alright...Jake has been a pain in the ass to everybody at school, and like...nobody likes him or whatever. All he does is steal stuff and pick on people...you couldn't...y'know...scare him enough to leave us all alone, could you?"
Flavius laughed.
"Hell yeah..."he said, a devious look on his handsome face.
"Uuuuh...like...d-d-don't kill him or whatever, but...just...make him leave us alone?"
"Tell you what, bruh. I'll make sure he leaves YOU alone, 'kay?...You an' your lil' bro Timmy...'cause I like you...an' Timmy's cuter'n'hell, and I wouldn't want him to get beat up...but that's it...and I'll get your phone back..."
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