What was that first rule again? I forget.

I want to beat this one child.

It's not what you think. Sure, I have dreams all the time of beating up my students (don't you?), but this one's not a jerk-face or anything. He's just, so, so--meek. He doesn't say anything--ever, even if you try to talk to him.

If you were to say in passing, "Hey Brian, how are you?" then a staring contest commences between the two of you that you have no hopes of winning. He's been deflated of all confidence.

I don't know what happened to this kid. I don't know when it happened. But if he stays this way, the world will eat him alive and then spit him out for good measure.

Something needs to be done and for some reason I've decided I'm the one who has to do something. I'm so desperate that I'm ready to turn violent. Do they have local fight club chapters for teens?

You see a guy come to fight club for the first time, and his ass is a loaf of white bread. You see this same guy here six months later, and he looks carved out of wood.