Daycare

You know, I laugh a lot. I really do. I laugh at your immaturity. All of your immaturity. I'm not saying I am all that mature, but I see things in people who are older than me that I saw at daycare centers. In confrontation, everyone always plays with something. Bites their nails, pulls on a thread of their shirt, ties (and reties) their shoelaces... As far as confrontation goes, it wouldn't be so intimidating if you stand up for yourself (physically) a little bit. Stand/sit up straight, look me in the eye, and I won't attack nearly as much. But if you're going to sit there like a fucking child, I'm just going to beat the shit out of you. So stand up for yourself and throw a blow back at me. I want you to. I fucking dare you to.
I have some compassion, but if you're going to be a pussy about it, I will show you none. I will tortue you until you crack. I want to battle, not to bully. That doesn't mean I won't bully if you do nothing about it though.
Hit me. You're twice the size of me. Let me know where I stand. Set me in my place so that my power-hunger is no more.