
He only got punched and beat with an extension cord?
Man, that's nothing. When I was his age, my mama dragged me up this huge enclosed cage structure, and when we reached the top she threw me off the top and I landed through a table that was like 25 feet below. There was this Mexican nikka in a suit by the table and he was lookin' like

after I landed. And just before I blacked out, I saw this fat cac wearing a cowboy hat, and he was screaming "

GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! SHE KILLED HIM! HE'S BROKEN IN HALF!"
*waits for other exaggerations/ducktales of childhood beatings*