It's Sunday, and you're wandering the streets, and through a low wall you see a white-haired, purple-eyed boy in the yard of a house hitting a sandbag with his metal bat... the boy gives an adorably smug look as the bag goes flying, but soon enough the bag, thrown back by inertia, gives the boy a head start... and with some chagrin he drops the bat and turns his head to spot you...Anything to say?