Skanda Bharti's POV:
'Ugh! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Stop! Stop it goddammit!' I yell at the top of my voice as I try to shield up your face with my arms, which is barely keeping up against the deadly attack.
My body involuntarily jerks back as a reflex and my hands are all over to arm the attack. Every single defense is useless. The balloon attack did not stop nor is the hearty laugh of the stinky laughter. I try to shuffle on my feet and get away from the radar, but that highly advanced and expensive as f**k ball machines follow my movements and I am mercilessly slapped with water balloons all over again.
'Shawn! You mother f*****g asshole. Son of a b***h! Stop this God damn thing if you don't want me to rip off your intestine and feed it to your dog. Get this thing stop!' I yell, irritated
