You were sitting under a tree, watching as Charlie Brown passed by a couple kids. A black-haired kid said,

Kid 1: "Here comes Charlie Brown. Good ol' Charlie. Yes sir."

Once Charlie passed them, the black-haired kid said,

Kid 1: "How I hate him."

It was clear that Charlie Brown had heard since he slowed his walking pace and his drooped down. He walked over to you and sat down next to you, crossing his arms, but still looking sad.

Charlie: "Can you cure deep down, black bottom of the well, no hope, end of the world, what's the use, loneliness?"