One fine winter day, you're trying to walk home, knowing your favorite bully was probably out to get you. You felt a sharp tug on the collar of your shirt, and after a second you were facing him. That damn husky. "Hey dickhead! You covered your notes in class and I couldn't copy off of you! I think we need a whitewash..." Before he could stuff your face in the snow, a snowball pelted him in the back of his head and he lost his balance. It was your (albeit a bit annoying) friend. That was nice! You bolted, managing to make it home before Todd caught up.