9.
Still screaming for some help, the snow rocker is continuing to choke little bro. and he’s threatening to do bad things to him. basically holding him for ransom. the snow rocker was trying to negotiate a price for little bro’s freedom. obviously we weren’t about to pay him jack squat. the kids dad’s snuck up behind the snow rocker. The snow rocker was too focused on everything happening in front of him, he had no idea what was in store for him. The kid’s dad punched the snow rocker and knocked him out cold. Little bro finally free. hooray!
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8. The only reason I found him was because he was screaming at the top of his lungs. he was hiding by the picnic tables. one of the rocky snow users got a hold of him. out of all the places he chose to hide, he chose the one place we weren’t supposed to be playing. the snow rocker was holding bro in the head lock. this is getting scary now. I need to find a way to get bro out of this situation. I started screaming as well. anything to alert the closest adult for help. this was only over buddy.
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