When I was a kid I was a bit of a smart arse at school, clever and yet cocky, but always a middleman. I always found it best to hang back and appraise a situation. There was however this one kid who would do something (though I cannot remember what) that would cause me to chase after him.

It was always 50/50 as to wether I caught him or not, if I didn't get him I would usually be found sprawled somewhere victim of a minor cardiac arrest. If I managed to grab him a short tussle would ensue, rresulting on him on the floor and me with several bite marks, the both of us with a telling off and slight festering of wounds would occur on my part.

Now I think back on it that little bastard technically won every time.