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fact locally, as well as nationally, known that you are a dunce.”
    Swift put one hand down, and pinched the index and thumb of his other together.
    “ Your tiny little brain is world renown, and tales of it's shortcomings are recorded in the language of every race and culture. Prophets foretold of the day on which you had an intelligent thought, and all have been proven wrong.”
    Swift put his hand down, took a breath and went on “Google omits no less than five thousand similar results with the word moron when your name is searched. Your ignorance is imprinted on your very soul, so that even angels and demons will know to speak slowly and use simple words when talking to you. You are a buffoon of the highest magnitude, a fool and clown, and if you go to hell I hope that you are made to read books for all of eternity. Nincompoop. Dullard. You slack-jawed, knuckle dragging, silly minded dimwit. Choke forever on the thick miasma that is your own feeble-mindedness.”
    When he was finished, Leoric was panting and both of the caregivers were howling with laughter. Bob on the other hand was blushing furiously.
    “ That's...that's enough for today.” was all he said.

    - 12 -
    Swift walked out of the visitor room with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. Maybe that was a bit overkill but it definitely felt good to vent, and he actually hadn't done so since he'd arrived. He took his bag off his shoulder and looked inside, breaking into a grin. Today was going to be a good day. He met Ollie in the cafeteria, which was deserted after lunch, and the two set about their epic battle. Midway through Swift regrouping his squadron for a final push a group of boys, four of them to be precise, walked in and approached them.
    The tallest of the three, his blonde hair parted to the side atop a rather scrawny face, asked “Well what do we have here Dolly?”
    To Swift he looked ghoulish, but no doubt considered himself the typical cool kid. He shot Ollie a wry grin and asked “They call you Dolly?”
    He then addressed the ghoulish cool kid “That's so lame! Can't you give him a better nickname like 'Slash' or 'Gunner'?” he asked.
    The ghoulish cool kid sneered and replied “A pretty name for a pretty girl.”
    Swift stood up to face the ghoulish cool kid.
    “ Ohhh...I see what this is all about. We hurt people's feelings now. Obviously that's what were doing. What's your name guy?” h
    The ghoulish cool kid smirked and said “This one here to my left is Frankie DeSteffano. To my right is Marcus O'Keef and to his right that would be George Penn. I'm “Brian Maloney, but you'll call me Butch if you know what's good for you.”
    Swift looked over Frankie, Marcus and George briefly, as their lanky builds posed no threat. He directed his eyes on Maloney and nodded “That's a kickin' rad name you've got there Baloney. I mean it's not like anyone dislikes eating baloney. It's practically the pauper of meats!”
    Butch's smirk turned sour “Pauper?” he asked.
    Swift held his hands out “Pauper. A bum ya know? A grimy, homeless person who smells and-”
    Butch cut him off furiously “Shut up! I know what a bum is!”
    This was pointless, however, as once Swift had started a thought, he was going to finish it or die trying.
    Swift smiled foolishly and said “Oh no I don't doubt it. How could The Pauper of Meats not know what a bum is? Technically you're the authority on broke down bums, being one yourself. Bum.”
    Butch growled “Ugh, you're annoying.”
    Swift exclaimed with exaggerated surprise “Oh! He thinks he has an opinion! Ollie, Baloney thinks he's people!”
    “ Wow. You think you're so funny don't you? I bet you'd get destroyed in a fight.” Butch said, but Swift ignored him and sat back down.
    Swift didn't bother looking over his shoulder when he said “What do you want Baloney? If you're here to make friends let me tell you- that ship has already sailed. Into a whirlpool. Charybdis.”
    “ What are