“That scene hits different there,” he said.
Jimmy froze, then scanned the room with growing care,
He raised one clenched fist and gave the room a glare,
“How's it different?” he asked, scratching his head.
Then huffed and punched the cabinet near the door.
He shook his hand and said, “That barely counts at all.”
He whacked the lamp and watched it start to fall,
Sebastian caught it. “Please don’t test anymore.”
He paced and mused, “The lamp was weak. That cabinet hit best.”
He faced the wall and grinned much wider than before,
“One last punch should tell me which one scores more.”
Sebastian covered his face. “No one asked for this test.”
Sebastian passed him ice. “That’s quite a bruise.”
“The wall hits hardest, just as I had planned.”
Sebastian sighed. “You still don’t understand.”
Jimmy smiled. “Sure I do. That wall’s the one I’d choose.”