>Stick lolly up your booty
>See if you poop out of your mouth
The Unstoppable Genericness of Garry
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I love how you're bolding some words. Every time you do it I hear you narrating normally and suddenly your voice is louder and echoey.
Like in that steriods commercial on youtube POWER THIRST! or something...
It's easy to get out. You must use the school's ventilation system:
>Stack up chairs and desks so that you can pull a panel from the ceiling and climb into the space just above. Surely the dropped ceiling made out of will material weaker than cardboard will hold out your doughy physique. It makes total sense!
Like in that steriods commercial on youtube POWER THIRST! or something...
It's easy to get out. You must use the school's ventilation system:
>Stack up chairs and desks so that you can pull a panel from the ceiling and climb into the space just above. Surely the dropped ceiling made out of will material weaker than cardboard will hold out your doughy physique. It makes total sense!
In a moment of panic and sever desperation, you, in a befuddled and confused manner, shove your lolly up your booty. You think you should be waiting until college until you start "experimenting", but you fail to poop out your mouth, sadly.
You have a secret weapon, one that not many know about because your doughy physique hides your mass of muscles. You use your almighty strength to lift up the thin plywood desks, which make your arms sore because wood is obviously so heavy and its totally not the fact that you don't actually have any muscles or anything.
Anyway, after stacking up as many as you can, you manage to reach the drop-ceiling. However, despite your BEAUTIFUL TOWER OF BABYLON, you are unable to open up the ceiling, as your muscles are tired out from all of the heavy lifting and obviously not because you just find it incredibly hard to lift the ceiling anyway.
As much as you love the new film "Karate Kid", you lack the necessary training to do the crane kick, and it really only works on people. You imagine, in a corny dream sequence that you would seriously hurt your feet.
Currently, you are safe from intruders.
[You are now helicopter Kid]
Your name is Sam. Just recently, you were playing with your birthday present when some morbidly obese kid yelled at you and sucker punched you... IN THE FACE.
Because you are an incredibly wimpy kid, you were on the grass crying from the punch that barely caused any harm of any kind. When the fat kid started tormenting you, you began to cry louder, attracting the attention of your immensely wealthy parents. (They are unhappy with you because you missed a note on your last piano lesson and only got an A on your last test.)
When you looked up, your parents were walking into the school across the road and the fat kid was gone, although his foul foot odor remains. It would appear he left his shoes, which are over at the school gate.
You have a secret weapon, one that not many know about because your doughy physique hides your mass of muscles. You use your almighty strength to lift up the thin plywood desks, which make your arms sore because wood is obviously so heavy and its totally not the fact that you don't actually have any muscles or anything.
Anyway, after stacking up as many as you can, you manage to reach the drop-ceiling. However, despite your BEAUTIFUL TOWER OF BABYLON, you are unable to open up the ceiling, as your muscles are tired out from all of the heavy lifting and obviously not because you just find it incredibly hard to lift the ceiling anyway.
As much as you love the new film "Karate Kid", you lack the necessary training to do the crane kick, and it really only works on people. You imagine, in a corny dream sequence that you would seriously hurt your feet.
Currently, you are safe from intruders.
[You are now helicopter Kid]
Your name is Sam. Just recently, you were playing with your birthday present when some morbidly obese kid yelled at you and sucker punched you... IN THE FACE.
Because you are an incredibly wimpy kid, you were on the grass crying from the punch that barely caused any harm of any kind. When the fat kid started tormenting you, you began to cry louder, attracting the attention of your immensely wealthy parents. (They are unhappy with you because you missed a note on your last piano lesson and only got an A on your last test.)
When you looked up, your parents were walking into the school across the road and the fat kid was gone, although his foul foot odor remains. It would appear he left his shoes, which are over at the school gate.
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