So I'm on this guys back right. One knee down on the back of his right elbow as I wrench up on his wrist. He's screaming, like one would be in this predicament. Much more and I'm going to shatter his elbow. I can almost feel the cartilage tearing under my knee.
I lean down to him and ask him, "Do you have a girlfriend?"
I relent a little on his joint so he can think clearly enough to answer
"ye...ye.....ye...yes...." he says through his gasps of pains and my weight on his back.
"Get a good clear picture in your mind of her face and think, if I were to break both of your arms right now, would she wipe your ass for you? Ponder that for a moment while I work on this."
To which I wrench back up on his arm. I don't really hear his answer, it's not really applicable. If the answer is yes, I'm jealous, and he should thank me for giving him this new perspective on this woman.
Regardless, "Is it worth it, to put her and yourself through all that. To be disabled with chronic pain and helplessness for the rest of your life, over something said at a house party?"
The meat head screams no, but it's a reflex answer. Things like this take a moment to sink in.
I squeeze his wrist tighter, and pull up slowly. Letting him feel every moment of strain on the bone and tendons. He's really screaming now, he knows it's eminent, I'm going to break his arm in half.
Then I let go and get up. Dust myself off and go to find a drink. I don't like fighting, but I do like making a point. Unfortunately, sometimes it takes a little effort to hold the students attention.
I'm sweaty, I'll drink something cold.
These are the things that wander through my mind through out the day.
Just thought I'd share in case anyone ever doubted that the wiring upstairs was not up to code.