Life was pretty tough in my teen years, not only did I have a lot of chores, schedules, rules, physical changes, and homework, but I also had a bully named Dolph.
Dolph was not a normal bully, he was an exceptional one. He was three years older, and almost seven feet tall. At lunch, he would normally first eat a full roasted chicken, and carton of milk, followed by many of his classmates lunches. He was huge, but not fat, Dolph used boxing, and weight lifting to stay fit. His eventual goal was to become a real life monster.
Dolph had complete domination over our school, even the teachers didn't want him upset. One day I got sick of him eating my lunch, as did my friends, so the next day after school, my friends and I taught Dolph a lesson in Teamwork.