Luke lifted his foot.
Manny surfaced from the water, desperately clutching the fishing rod, and gasped for air, "I can't swim; let me up, please."
"Who is the idiot?"
"Sorry, I misspoke; no one is an idiot."
"Since it's already been said, there must be an idiot."
"I'm the idiot, I'm the idiot; please pull me up." Manny's voice carried a hint of pleading.
"Why should I pull you up? Give me a reason."
Manny choked out, "It was you who yanked me off the platform."
"Wrong answer." Luke lifted his foot and pressed down on Manny's head again, his face devoid of any pity.
He had driven him to the lake for fishing, even kindly helped him to retrieve fish, only for the kid to kick him into the lake. Fortunately, he could swim, otherwise the consequences would have been unthinkable.
Some minors really don't deserve sympathy.
This kid named Manny was a spoiled little tyrant.
There was no need to be polite to him.
