“Great—a teenager can kick my ass. I’m starting to feel old,” Erik said. “Well, you’re practically fucking ancient, so it’s about time.” “You’re four years younger!” “Four years younger, less ancient. Full of vigor and energy. Don’t worry, gramps. We all get old at some time,” Rugrat commiserated. “Come, tell me that when I’m not strapped to a tree.” Erik swung at Rugrat, who was just two feet too far away. “Ah, the senile ways. Don’t worry—I’ll find you a nice home.” “I’ll find a nice home for my foot up your ass!” Erik said.
