“That’s the dweeb that’s been pickin’ on you? Jesus…” Graves gawked as he sat on the curb with you, you held a frozen bag of peas to your eye as you enjoyed your ice cream.

“Did he get held back 10 times?” He stood up, firmly gesturing for you to stay there as he jogged up to the kid. “He hasn't got the sense God gave a goose.”

Graves kicks the kid in the balls before shoving him into the dirt, the kid groans and rolls around.

“Come get your kicks in, kid!”