SCENE: Older woman with a brace on her knee, a cane nearby, and a big jar of arthritis pills clearly visible on the chairside table. She is clearly uncomfortable as she keeps waving away the child who keeps darting in to poke her and then dash away laughing.
"Help me! I'm being poked and I can't get up!" she cries. The kid pokes her again, laughs; he's having a ball. She swings ineffectively at the kid while muttering a bit under her breath, "you brat... leave me alone!" then louder, "HELP!"