Copper's Kid

So, there’s this thing called the “Royalty Court” and apparently whoever wins a spot on it goes into this giant stadium and has to face a lion. Normally the smallest person doesn’t even get put in there, he or she is just offered as a sacrifice. It’s pretty gruesome.

I wouldn’t send your mom dick pics, chill.

I know that, I'm not stupid.

I dunno, ask your mom.

And people see my phone it’d be kind of really horrible if the whole town saw my dick pick

You mean they haven't already?

Believe it or not, I wouldn’t like looking at my own dick every time I unlocked my phone.

You see it every time you pee, I guess that's enough.

I don’t ever hit you hard enough to bruise or even hurt, it’s just a little tap on your arm and we both know it. Except over my phone, that was your fault though.

I know, I know. Don't touch the phone. You should just make your lock screen something really awful so people don't want to use your phone.

That’s exactly why he calls me queerleader and punches me at the drop of a hat. Stop sympathizing with him! You’re my friend, I don’t threaten to hit you.

I'm not sympathizing! I'm honestly curious about his life choices! You don't threaten to, you just do.

Probably not but, his tenth birthday was football themed so I’m not sure that he’s ever really wanted to do anything else.

Well maybe that wasn't his choice either! Maybe Tate's big dream when he was little was to be a cheerleader like you.