Rolland was surprised. He knew his punch had hit hard but the reaction he was getting from Donovan over it seemed really intense. The raccoon slid off his fist and landed on his feet, doubling over and grasping his stomach with intense gasps of air. He was having trouble breathing and was seriously close to passing out.
Already though? That was just a single gut-punch. Look at him. He was drooling all over the floor and you could tell he was seeing stars. He probably had swirly vision right about now.
"What? One punch and he's passing out?" One of the boys asked, astonished as well.
Rolland was wondering what the explanation for this could be until another of the boys turned the lights on for better observation. When he confirmed what he saw, he made sure to point it out for the benefit of the others.
"Look! He's wearing TIGHTY WHITIES!" He exclaimed. All of them looked flabbergasted, as well as amused.
"Aha! No wonder he's so weak!" One commenter stated. The mystery was solved.
Another kid spoke with mock concern. "Babies going around in super thin diapers shouldn't be fighting! Is he stupid?"
Did weak people gravitate towards tighty whities or was it the tighty whities themselves that made you weak? Whichever one it was, the weakling whities were grounds for immediate ridicule and punishment.
Donovan continued to gasp in pain as Rolland approached him, sneering and ready to put the baby to sleep.
He couldn't even speak properly to whimper out a surrender.
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