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i showed the helicopter game to david, the kid i used to watch down the street from me. the instant i showed him he was hooked, like me. as we played, he kept saying shit like "we know how to share." he also said that we shouldn't tell his brother and his friend about it cos they'd "hog it." when it was my turn to play, he'd tell me if i was doing good or not.. as if i couldn't read the score on the bottom of the window. great kid, shitty attitude. very rough and emotional; an extremist, i'd call him. he beats up his older brother and is fatter of the two. he cries when his friends go home but laughs when invader zim screams in pain.