As Harold carried his lunch tray passed Chuck, the school bully, Chuck stuck his foot into the aisle and attempted to trip Harold. Harold expected such an obstruction. He sidestepped around Chuckâs leg saying, âExcuse me, Chuck, my fault entirely.â Harold then continued back to his table and began eating his lunch. Chuck felt offended that Harold had not tripped and fallen on his food, so he marched back to Haroldâs table to put him in his place. Dipping his finger into Haroldâs school lunch, Chuck said, âWhat are you eating, puke?â Harold replied nervously, âYes, well, I think thatâs what they serve here. Only the best for us students, right? Anyway, youâre welcome to it.â Chuck sneered and stuck his finger into Haroldâs chest, âI donât want any of your puke, Puke. Next time you fall when I trip you.â He removed his finger from Haroldâs chest, grabbed Haroldâs cupcake from off of his lunch tray, and walked back to his table. âGood bye, Chuck. Itâs always a pleasure seeing you.â He then released a sigh and ate around the fingerprint that Chuck had left in his casserole.