The fact that history was repeating itself, that not so long ago at his own party, Mao had been the one defending himself with the same, 'But it's so funny!' excuse, was apparently lost on the Asian boy. Mao was keeping himself together a little better than Lukas had that night, at least, he hadn't resorted to stomping his feet like a toddler yet.
When Luke's laughter suddenly reached a whole new level upon the removal of his wig, Mao had had enough. "That's it!" He fixed Luke with a threatening glare, and then a second later, he sprang. He pounced the other boy, clamping both hands over that laughing mouth in an effort to silence him. He straddled Luke's waist, putting his weight behind his hands, pinning him down. "I told you to shut up! So shut up!"