Unamused by Fred's attempt to be frightening, you walk up to him, place a
hand on each of his shoulders and knee him firmly in the groin. Fred
goes down like the proverbial sack of spuds, clutching the afflicted part
of his anatomy, almost unable to breathe. You intimate to the stricken Fred in no uncertain terms that, unless you see an improval in the quality of both his personal behaviour and his adventures, you will be back to dish out more of the same. Some time later Fred rises again to his feet. "Dammit, I must do better!" he reprimands himself.
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