After so many careless accidents on the playground, I figured that Neal needed a piece of my mind about safety. This is my typical pre-rant angry expression.



Here's me catching the young whippersnapper by the nape of the neck, unfortunately..



The bridge was not up to code for giant height people and I cracked my melon.



Stumbling backward, Neal's mood changed from fear to happiness.



Behind me was a low wall which caught me behind the knees, thus toppling me into the vast precipice below.



Down, down I fell screaming for help, but help would not be coming. In fact, the evil Neal seemed to be exultant in my misfortune.



The last thing I saw was Neal pointing and mocking my untimely demise.



And thus it ends. Until I come back to life next post of course.