The chants of “Fred-dy, Fred-dy, Fred-dy” were ringing in my ears.
“It’s now or never,” I thought.
“Hey, Dog Breath!” I yelled, pointing at Max.
“What’d ‘ya call me, Baby Teeth?”
“You heard me, Dog Breath,” I said, putting up my fists and jumping around. “Come on! Come on!”
Max made a fist, raised his arm high above his head, and started to swing.
I squeezed my eyes shut, took a deep breath, and stuck out my jaw.
I could already see myself signing the Big Tooth.
Then, WOOMPH! Right … in … the … stomach.