[Evil Tink]

About three hours into the flight, Solomon found himself being disturbed by something kicking the back of his seat. I hate children. He tried to block out the kicking but he just couldn't. After a few minutes, he turned around glaring at the kid and his mother, "Pardon me, bu--"

The mother looked up from her magazine, glaring right back, "What?"

Solomon was slightly taken aback by her rudeness, "I was..just wondering if you could ask your son to stop kicking my chair?"

She rolled her eyes, "James knock it off. I told you to behave." With that she went back to reading her magazine.

Solomon sighed, sitting properly in his seat again. He groaned as the kid continued to kick his seat. After another few minutes he growled, That is it! I have had it! Suddenly the kid stopped, as he was knocked unconscious. The mother simply assumed he was tired. He sighed, closing his eyes again and going back to sleep.