"I shot you! You're dead, you can't move," a boy in the park screamed.
"Well it isn't a nice place to die. I'd rather die under the big tree so the sun isn't in my eyes," another boy argued.
"That's not how dying works. My bullet killed you."
"Well, I'm so strong your bullet doesn't work. I'm not even dead."
The boy stands up, does a quick dance and makes his way to the tree. He kicks a few acorns out of the way and takes a seat, leaning on the tree.
"I'm ten times stronger, so use ten bullets next time," the boy says taking a seat.
