Mr. Gilmour do you feel big lying to a little kid?

My Uncle has offered to fight you, repeatedly but it is you who keeps running away like my friend Sussie after she fell off the swing set and scraped her knee.

The nurse gave her a Barbie band aid and some ice, do you want me to see if the school nurse will do the same for you?

Don't tempt you?

I am asking you to fight me in a match.

Are you or something? Was that not clear?

I know I am only 8 years old but I am pretty sure I was clear on that point.

You want to poop on me?

What is wrong with you? I just want a simple match. You versus me in the playground at my school. No special referee. None of your silly stipulations, did I use that word right? I am only 8 after all.

See you soon Mr. Poopy head.