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Chris has understood his grandfather's pain, so he starts promoting.

After hassling a few associates, Chris now had an amplifier and a microphone. He set it up on the garden lawn and started his women-hating speech. "Come on boys," he was saying as the feedback broadcasts all over the neighbourhood. "Stand up to the evil sex!!"

Two oblivious old ladies walked past his house.

"GO AWAY YOU OLD CRONES!!!" he barked.

The women crossed the street as fast as their legs could move.

"Ignore that part," Chris said into the microphone when he realised that the listeners would have heard that glitch. "I was just dealing with their kind ... uh, there."

Two neighbourhood boys were walking on the other side of the street. They both were wearing flannel shirts and their hands were fixed into their pockets as they talked casually to each other.

Chris made sure that he looked presentable just in case they noticed him. He dusted off his collar and smoothed out his navy blue shirt. He continued, "Women have been dominating this world for too long! They're leaving us men to stave in the streets! We must end this reign of terror!!"

The two boys immediately sprung across the road. Although looking identical from afar, Chris could see clearly that one was a short black boy, and the other was an even shorter white boy. "You're acting like a complete idiot," said the white one. "No one's going to listen to this nonsense."

"Well, everyone's seen that video presentation of you talking about fractions, Paul," Chris said flatly. "...Just saying."

"I was forced to do it for English," Paul replied. "Like you were to do rivers."

"Why are you making sexist things like this?" the other boy asked. "You're never like this at school."

"Sometimes, Mark, you think you know people, but then you realise you know..." His hand shot out and caressed the boy's face. "... nowt."

Paul folded his arms. "Are you happy?" he asked suddenly. "I mean, has Sophie dumped you something?"

"DON'T YOU MENTION THAT BEAST TO ME!!!!!" he screeched, the microphone's feedback squeaking like crazy.

Mark grabbed the microphone from Chris' hand and threw it on the grass. "So she DID dump you then," he sighed.

"She did not dump me -- I dumped her!" Chris barked. "I'm sorry -- I'm just ... really emotional now."

The boys looked at each other. It was obvious, they thought. They made a mental note that if they ever dated him, they'd stay by him not matter what happens.