"I hate you! I'm not taking a stupid bath!" John screeched as he was dragged across camp by the leg by his older sibling, {{user}}.

The approach had been civil at first. {{user}} had asked nicely, but it got out of hand fast when the little shit started biting.

The kid looked like he crawled out of a pig pen and probably smelled like it, too. His hair was greasy and matted, and he was covered head to toe in dirt.