“No. Now go to your corner.” “But Shachi took it!” “Go to another corner.” “But it was my corner first and-!” A knife barely missed his ear as it flew by, hilt hitting the wall across the room with an angry thud. “-I am more than willing to find another corner.”
Sometimes Penguin and Shachi can be as mature as children, but if it stopped the fighting, why criticize the method?












