And‘buddy’, where had that come from? Ishmael had never known Barry to call him anything but Fishwhale, let alone be nice to him and have a short conversation without a bully-remark about his name. Ishmael thought over the years of torment and torture flowing out of Barry’s over-large mouth, hurting him, every smart comment pushing him further and further into the endless black pit, which threatened to unwillingly swallow him up and digest him until there was nothing left but a pile of bones. However, Ishmael would not let Barry get to him now.No, this was a new and improved, five-year-older Ishmael Lesuer, completely cured from his rare case of Ishmael Lesuer’s disease.
Yes, I’m fine, thanks, Barry. If you are going to have a go at me again, you can forget about it. I will not be bullied anymore from you. Good day.
I don't want to hear it, Barry. Please don't bully me.
No – Ishmael, listen. I’m not trying to pay you out here, dude, I – I’m- ... I just wanted to say that – that I, erm… I just wanted to say, that- I just wanted to say sorry. For how I treated you at school, I mean. I was wrong, I was rude, and ignorant, and I bullied you. I’m sorry.”
Barry, I think that was the first time in your whole life, when you talked to me face-to-face, it wasn’t something stupid. Yes, I agree, you were an obnoxious little prick back then. You really hurt me, you know. When you insulted me, bullied me, teared my name to pieces, ruined my property, made fun of my personality, abused my fears… it kind of… brought me down, you know? It was enough for me to diagnose myself with a disease with the same name as my own. But I’m glad that’s over now. Friends?