Carrie saw a two boys near the fountain. One looked to be about 11 or 12 years old, although it was hard to tell how old he was considering how chubby he was. He wore mostly black. The other one was a skinny 10 year old wearing glasses. The larger boy had just shoved the smaller boy so hard that he fell over on his butt.
Carrie heard the larger boy say, "I told you to give me your money, fag."
The smaller boy looked ready to cry. He stood up again and stuttered to the older boy, "B-but... I only have a few dollars my m-mom gave me to get some ice cream."
"Oh," said the larger boy. "Did widdle Billy's m-mommy give him some money for ice cweam?"
Then, he laughed in the face of the smaller boy.
"P-please, Jake," said Billy. "Can't you just leave me alone?"
Carrie was shocked, not by the cruelty, but by how corny the whole situation was.
"Can you believe this?" Carrie said to her hamster, Todd. "This is like something out of a bad movie--an older bully mugging a kid for his ice cream money? Give me a break."
Carrie readied the remote and aimed it at the two boys.
"OK, Jake. You definitely deserve punishment, if only just for being so cliché."
She activated the remote.