" C'mon, what's the worst that can happen if we stick it to Crampelter? "

"THIS WAS SUCH A BAD IDEA, SIXER!!" The younger (by 2 and a half minutes) of the two screamed, dragging his brother by the polydactyly hand as they ran across the boardwalk, weaving through alleyways and sneaking into crowds to avoid their pursuiters, aka, Crampelter (that jerk who'd been picking on them since 4th grade and was ALMOST about to beat them right outta their skin) and his little gang of twerps were gaining on them, yelling out obscenities that the twins hadn't even heard from their father when pissed BAD. Hell, full on slurs, even!