I don't get a lot of "Hey, Harvard!" stuff. I think a lot of people who don't know me would be surprised to think that I went there. But no, I don't. You know, I'm from the Midwest, man - that shapes my personality much more than having gone to Harvard.
Be proud, Bonito, pretty boy. You can go home and tell your father, Yes, I beat up Ender Wiggin, who was barely ten years old, and I was thirteen. And I had only six of my friends to help me, and somehow we managed to defeat him, even though he was naked and wet and alone--Ender Wiggin is so dangerous and terrifying it was all we could do not to bring two hundred.