Okay, you Jupiterians. I know you’re out there. Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?
What do you mean, you are tiny compared to humans? Did I ever say you were bigger than humans? Or even than my dog, Pepper? Do you think that your small size makes it okay to not play fair?
Besides, where did you get the idea that “pick on someone your own size” only applies if the tormentor is bigger than the victim. Germs are tiny, and most humans would prefer if germs picked on someone their own size, like maybe other germs.
What? Of course I know it was you! Don’t be silly.
Prove it? No, I can’t prove it, but I know your style. You like to be sneaky.
Why do I believe you are the culprit? Come on! Why else would Pepper come running and screaming through the door like she did. I looked outside, and there was nothing out there that could have scared her, and she didn’t have a scratch on her.
Ah ha! So you admit it, do you? That’s good. That’s a start.
But let’s get this straight. If you want to slow down my writing, pick on me. Leave my dog alone!