"Nothing!" I shout, "Everything you've ever said is lies!", and slam myself in an old bedroom. It's vacant with the exception of a struggling plant in the middle of the floor, which I water to the tune of threats to beat me up from outside the door. Not to me, just the sound of brags of imminent smack down to his friends.
Later on, I beat up a child, but it wasn't like that.
Much earlier, in an avid game of wizards vs princesses, princesses were ahead in scores.