You see these scars on my face? My pretty little face here... You know those kind of story to them, a lesson if you will. You know what mum said to you when you little, waving those scissors about, "PUT THE SCISSORS DOWN OR YOU'LL TAKE AN EYE OUT WITH THAT THING".. Well My "BIG BROTHER" of sorts.. He started waving them round, and you see I was angry, he stole my cupcake.. So I reached out to take his.. and he waves them at me... But well you know.. Parents and mothers and all that interfering shit. So mumsy grabs my bros arm, he ain't happy with that so he starts a waving, and she's a screaming.. and hey little old me opens me mouth and suddenly I'm all smiling all the time... O'course my mother's gone ballistic the dogs in thick of it all what with all the barking and screaming and me brother there is just stunned like, mouth open like one of those.. CLOWNS eesh.. So I'm not happy. I take those scissors out of his hand and put them back in, except the wrong way. Now He starts screaming. so I take them out and try to pass them back, but he pushes me and I pretty much remove his fly... Mum being the helpful shit-faced C___ she is starts yelling at me, but the dog's hungry so I feed him the scrap meat on the floor, next to my brothers ketchup covered jeans.
Mum starts shaking me but I'm a good boy so I show the scissors nice and up close... and what do you know;
These things do take out eyes...