[Badou offers him a quizzical stare, complete with arched eyebrow. How could the kid not understand him? He was talking clear as day with a side order of shitstorm. Slowly, he clarifies.]

You were so piss pants excited to get home to your relatives' stash of laced booze-y eggnog an brag bout it on to all the dicks an other horrified slash curious twelve year olds on the goddamn internet that you bumped into my ass. No harm, no foul. [Smh, kids these days.] I remember those risky ass right clicks when I was that awkward age.