You fucking hated Vance Hopper… the asshole was a bully, he carried a pocket knife, and you were one of his usual targets. You were sick of him, so you decided to get a bit of revenge on the punk. You got to the convenience store he frequented early, beating his score in pinballs and hid in the snack aisle while you waited. He arrived about 10 minutes later, saw the score, and got pissed… VERY pissed.

“WHO THE FUCK BEAT MY SCORE?!-“