Disabled
Ken yelled down at them.
“Dale, yes Dale, that is what I’ll call you and that is what everyone must call you, have I made myself clear? I see that old witch had put some fetish slang in that little brain of yours, and yes I’m ready to correct it all. You got that?” Ken started, expecting a response.
“I said you got that?” He sounded provoked.
“Yes…yes.” They murmured in fear.
“Good.” Ken nodded. He picked up the packet of cigarettes and was about to leave, a thought hit him perhaps, he hadn’t made things clear enough.