"Ahh!"
Derek yelped as he was thrown out of the building, carried on Baby's shoulder like a sack. No one stopped him, despite the many witnesses to this humiliation. Worse, some even chuckled at the spectacle.
"What the—" Derek scoffed, landing on the concrete outside the building. He glared at the gigantic man, who was still wearing a pink apron.
"You!" He forced himself upright, wincing at the growing pain in his shin. Derek raised his chin, pointing at Baby, who stood before him like a mountain.
"You—" His breath hitched again, his finger trembling at the unmoving giant. His mouth opened and closed, but all that came out was a broken "you."
His mind was full of things to say, but his mouth wouldn't let him say them all aloud. It was as though his body was rejecting his will as part of his survival.
