She and Lovino glanced at each other and shrugged. “Well, I don’t see why not.” You handed over the lemons you had placed on the edge of the glass pitcher. “What do you want them for?”
Peter grinned devilishly. “Well, when life gives you lemons….” He whipped around and squeezed the lemons directly into Arthur’s eyes.
“BLOODY HELL!” Arthur roared and stumbled back.
“….SQUEEZE THEM IN JERK BRITAIN’S FACE AND RUN!” Peter screamed, then took off down the street, sprinting toward the park.
“PETER KIRKLAND, YOU BLOODY GET BACK HERE RIGHT SODDING NOW!” Arthur shouted, and charged blindly down the sidewalk after him, swearing at the top of his lungs as he rubbed frantically at his burning eyes.
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