Fugaku: I keep it in my pocket, it's a last resort when I don't know what to get your mom, I pick a flower and throw it in a jar along with the dirt. one must always be prepared.
I duck down, dipping my head in the water, I do another backflip behind you, but as I' going over you, our faces meet, I then spit water in your eyes. I then yank your hair and punch you in the side of yur face face, leaving you skipping like a rock in the pond.