I'm not Snots! My name is Palmer! My name is Palmer! No!
Palmer moved, away from them all, facing them all.They stared at him, waiting.He saw the foot grinding the ball, the name into the sidewalk.He heard the scream, he heard it coming a split second before the others heard it, the scream that he knew now had been growing inside him for a long time.
He planted his feet and bent his knees and balled his fist and let it come all the way out.
Your dead meat, Snots!
I'm gonna eat that pigeon a' yours ! I'm gonna wring its neck and pull its head off!
I'm pullin' yer head off!
Palmer turned to Beans and started screaming.He was screaming at him like it was him who did this.
Down the alleys, down the streets, he ran like he had never run before. He heard their sneakers slapping the pavement behind him.
As Palmer was running he could hear the guys yelling.