The halls were crowded with students as Jack made his way to the entrance. He was feeling particularly agitated - the previous venture had been stressful and it had left him with an aggressive lack of patience.
Two twin brothers appeared out of the crowd. They were tall, but only slightly more so than Jack, and had on matching white sweaters with horizontal black stripes. As they walked passed Jack, one brother purposely collided with the metal case Jack was carrying, tugging it backward with the general flow of traffic. The brother smirked at Jack, who yanked the case back angrily and continued walking. Clearly these two had mistaken Jack for another measly student and thus had demonstrated their contemptible idiocy.
"Hey," remarked the other brother as he walked pass, "what's that smell? It smells like manure!"
Jack whirled around instantly, already fed up. Of course it was manure, what else would it be? He strode up to the brother and stared him straight in the face, their noses inches apart. The brother looked surprised at Jack's confidence.
"It is horse shit," explained Jack in an even tone, barely containing his boiling rage.
The two stared at each other momentarily before Jack turned around and continued on his way. As he walked to the exit, the rush of students increased and Jack realized the brothers might not be satisfied with how he had parted with them. He increased his pace, but just before the brightly-lit exit, the brothers caught up with him.
Ah, thought Jack, I suppose they are more in practice with navigating throngs of students. I did not count on that.
They began to pummel Jack mercilessly. He left his body and watched, an inactive participant, as he was beaten nearly to the point of unconsciousness.
This must be painful, thought Jack. Almost...intoning. He watched from a few yards away as the word "intone" appeared beneath his forehead.
