“If not, then congratulations – you’re a cat and you’re just scared.

To tears, it’s just like how much the ducks believe that their muscles are capable of something other than adding trouble to them. Especially against the shocker-armed and trauma guard in front of a bunch of cameras and people. I would rather believe that the security guard is filled with a bull on a person who looks capable of making a single phone call at any time — but at the nearest swallowed bowl he will play for his battlehead.

The fact is that they have the rules of a courtyard hierarchical fight (the only one in which their fool decides something) in their head, and they automatically believe that everyone signed up in any situation to play exactly according to their rules. It is not the case in the struggle of the real - any splash with a kitchen cloth twists a couple of times and on the pre-mortem "what are you like a man?" you will only be terribly surprised that someone (were) such exaggerated ideals.