It was clear to see he was a thug. “He ain’t look like to thug to me.” Anna walked around to stand behind Robert’s computer. “I mean, look at him, I could take him.” “Robert,” Anna let out an exasperated sigh, “you are supposed to be looking up pictures about what you want to be when you grow up.” He looked up at her, “I was. I typed in thug. See.” He pointed at the search box on his screen. He had typed ‘thuge’ and Google had done a search instead for ‘thuggee’. “First off thug isn’t spelled with an ‘e’. Second, that is not a viable career option in either spelling.” “Ms. Anderson, I have a question.” Anna looked up to see Robert’s hand in the air waving widly. “Robert you don’t have to call out, just raise your hand.” Anna made her way over to his computer station. He now had the Wikipedia article up for Thug Behram, the man whose picture he had criticized a few minutes earlier. “Robert I said” Anna started but was quickly cut off by him. “I know, but I w...