The light blinded him. He quickly covered his eyes with his sleeve, his retinas still on fire. “Mother!” he hissed, “Shut off those cursed lights!”
“Don´t you use that tone with me mister. You´ve been in here playing video games for two days straight!”
“Leave me be! All I wish is peace and quiet.”
“James Arnold Findway. You will not speak to me in that tone.”
The boy snarled. “Why, mother, must you call me by my peasant name. I am James the Ravager. Now leave me be.”
At that, James’ mom walked up to the television and unplugged it.