“Get out of my way,” he warned menacingly.
“No, I cannot let you do it. You’ve done enough damage as it is,” I replied.
“You don’t understand, I need to do it, it’s like I do not have a choice,” he said.
“There’s always a choice, my friend,” I replied.
“I don’t want to hurt you, let me go,” he was almost pleading now.
“No,” I said in a desperate voice, “you’ve destroyed ALL the houses in town by scratching your horns on the wet paint,
I cannot let you do it to my new yellow house too.”
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