Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20191109133654/@comment-39280634-20191109151811

I look calmly to the large and raging Yeti charging in my direction, mulling about what she just did. "Getting upset over a lousy bucket, using your anger to hurt your innocent play-mates and now attacking mere strangers ? That won't do, little girl...". As I laid my thoughts, I took off my coat, my shirt and  took a meditative stance to gather my aura. As I quickly build my power, two sets of metalic like arms materialize from my back, then I assume my defensive stance: I firmly and strongly plant my right foot on the ground, making a powerful stomp loud enough to be confused for a falling boulder; next I plant my left foot the same, then I spread all six of my arms as if to prepare to take the full brunt of the Yeti's strength; and lastly, shout at her with all my vigor to chalenge her: "YOU WANT TO FIGHT ? THEN COME ON !"

As the Yeti closes the distance between me and her, she runs at full speed onto me, our colective might clashing so thunderously it caused several avalanches and was loud enough to be heard by the settlements at the base of the mountain.

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I was in my large forest cabin, located at the summit of the snowy mountain. Despite it's size, my house was relatively modest, with only a few pieces of furniture laying around. The fire in the chimney was bright and warm; so conforting you could easily forget about the ongoing blizzard outside. As my guests I had four little bruised Yetis, huddled together and drinking hot chocolate milk... and the large one, the culprit of all this mess, was bent over my lap, as I was using my extra arms to spank her as punishment for her deeds: "You *slap*, have been *slap*, a very bad *slap* girl."

Despite her enormous size for a Yeti, she was crying like a petulant child: "THAT'S NOT FAIR *slap*, IT WAS MY BUCKET *slap*, I WANT IT BACK *slap*, WAAAAA !"

I continue with my punishment: "You *slap*, have abused your strength *slap*, hurt your friends *slap*, and tried to attack me *slap* ". I stop for a moment to give her a brake and ask: "What do you have to say for yourself, young lady ?"

She tries to speak in between tears and moaning: " *sniff* I'M SORRY ! I'M VERY SORRY ! *sniff* I PROMISE TO NEVER *sniff* DO THAT AGAIN ! *sniff* I'L BE GOOD *sniff*, I PROMISE !"

I then conclude to her with the following: "You better keep your promise, young girl. Now, for starters, you owe your friends one hundred hugs. Each. Then, as penance, you will help me with the chores around the house for the next month. And afterwards...", I pause to let her stand, pat her on the head and give her a mug of hot chocolate milk, then continue with my words: "... I will teach you how to control that rage of yours, use it for good instead of harm. Go have your drink and lay on one of my matresses until tomorrow, when we start with your time-out. Sitting down is out of the question now."