"I'm not scared of any old creep. Don't worry about me fellas, I won't get hurt," you say to your friends. Unfortunately, in the time it took for you to actually make up your mind on this one, recess ended, and everybody went back inside. I guess now you don't really have a good reason to go get the ball, but your mind was made up, dammit. You're doing this. "Now, what are you doing on my property...little child?" he asks you. "Uh..." you stutter, "I, I was just getting our basketball, Mister McHiggins, sir."