Slappy- Grounding Himself

No way I was going to take orders from a wooden dummy!
“Out of my face!” I shouted. I lowered my shoulder and grabbed Slappy around the waist. My plan was to lift him off the floor and heave him out of my room.
“Ooooh!” I uttered a groan as I strained to pull him up.
He wouldn’t budge.
“Nice try, Brit,” he said. “Here. Hit me in the stomach. Hit me as hard as you can.” He stuck out his skinny stomach and giggled.

- Revenge of the Living Dummy, chapter 19