โMaaaaaan .โ
His arms fall from his chest , body slumping over . This is a lame excuse . .
โ Sure -! You know what? Sure-! If thatโs your justification for punching Janice into oblivion -!โ
You hear that?
A beautiful morning with the birds chirping and singing , the sound of the wind brushing against the trees . .
And Kodyโs drums echoing in the neighborhood
โHmmmm .โ
Arms crossed against his chest , he tilted his head gently . . .
โ I donโt think Granny would be a peeping Tom. I helped her cross the street a few time-โ
Still leaning on his drumset , the boy immediately ducked underneath them .
A cartoon like Z O O M โ was heard when it flew over his head.
โDios mioโ โ
And Cole bends his finger down, launching the drum sticks as projectiles toward Kody, landing into the ground like spikes dangerously close to his feet!