[ WP ] What started as friendly banter over who could have the last McNugget , ended in blood and tears .

I reached for the last McNugget. He grabbed my wrist. `` Hey, I want the last one. You got most of the fries.'' He tried to reach for it, but I had n't eaten lunch, and I really wanted more to eat. `` Come on, I'm hungry, let me have it'' I said. He ignored me and went to put the nugget in his mouth. I slapped it out of his hand and scooped it up, going for my mouth. He shoved me, hard enough for me to drop it. He grabbed it and gave me a taunting look as he slowly went for his mouth. `` Just gim me the damn nugget!'' I said, and grabbed his wrist. `` Fuck off, just let me have it!'' He said angrily. He shoved me back again, harder this time. I shoved him back, so hard he fell out of his chair, still clutching the McNugget. `` I just want the fucking nugget!'' I said, my face getting red. Before I could react, he leaped up, and punched me. `` What the fuck?!'' I shouted. `` That's for pushing me of my chair over a goddamned Mcnugget, he said, glaring at me. I would n't stand for this. I punched him in face, hard. He grabbed me and slammed me into the wall, punching me in the stomach with his other arm. I headbutted him and kneed him in the groin. He let go of my and doubled over, and I kicked him in the face, knocking him to the floor. I strode up to him. `` How'd like that, ya fucker!'' I screamed at him. He grabbed my leg, bringing me down to the floor. He grabbed me and started punching me in the face, over and over. I felt blood running down my face. I grabbed him and we rolled over, exchanging blows. eventually I got on top. I began to choke him. His struggling started to get weak. Out of nowhere he a hard object smashed into the side of my face, probably breaking something. He shoved me off of him and started to get up, his little Buddha statue that he liked to keep on the coffee table in hand. I did n't let him. I grabbed his head and slammed it into the corner of the table. He screamed and dropped the statue, blood oozing from his wound. I kicked him to the floor and grabbed the statue, and began hitting him in the face with it. He could n't do much to stop me. I kept hitting, blood spraying each time Buddha came down. I lifted the statue and looked at his face. There was n't much left of it. Blood soaked the carpet and me. I unfurled his fist and from his hand I took the bloodsoaked nugget. I stared at it, then looked at his face. I put it in my mouth, chewed, and swallowed. It was cold.
