You, a mere child, must be truly saddened at your own involvement in the world around you! For it is only with age and maturity that one can see their own oblivious faults... like YOU, LuckyBastard.
You wrote a book, right?
I did right a NOVEL. A great novel! My words will resonate throughout the...
Shut up. I just want you to be aware that there are serious issues with your diction and syntax. Your paragraph structure is also disrupting the flow of your character's actions.
Ha! How could one such as yourself even BEGIN to comprehend... my wisdom and insight! This novel, this HOLY SCRIPTURE... far outstrips your pitiful excuses for English composition!
Beware the Jabberwock my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Why are you still bothering me?
Because I want to be friends.
You mean that you want to validify being a cold-hearted floozie while at the same time having at least one friend since almost everybody else hates you.
The muddy blood of the BOOM sound effects will not mix with our daughters! They wish to rape our children and our wives! We must teach these BOOMers a lesson about who is the master race! ZAP POWER!
Wooo! Go Jeb! ZAP POWER!
ZAP POWER!
ZAP POWER!
Uh, Jeb? I think we got us a special guest. A-herr-herr-herr.
You're not an adult, fucktard. You aren't even close. You're just some headstrong peice of shit that acts like a fucking God. Kiss my ass and go to fucking hell. And by the way, your breath smells.
Sacramento residents are in an uproar after a tornado nearly touched down today. The aftermath is certainly devastating. We now go live to Pat O'Brian.
Tom, I'm here at the local Wal-Mart, where I'm being told 14 shingles were clipped off the roof. The carnage is overwhelming and even visible on the faces of city residents.
There's a sale on King Kong action figures, if you're interested.
Sorry to interrupt you, Pat, but I'm being told that the window of a 7-11 was cracked by a pebble. It's a regular New Orleans down there.
Class, your Final is going to be writing original summaries of twenty servicemen who recieved the medal of honor.
How are we going to find this information?
I will provide you with a web page that not only has background information on all winners of the award, but perfect summaries for each that you can't copy from but have to use in your own summaries.
Sounds fair.
I will also be scanning each and every word of your summaries, and so help me God if I find as much as a hint of plagiarism you fail. This is due tommorrow.
Our next theater project will be writing your own musical. It has to have three songs and be less than fifteen minutes long. You have two weeks to write, memorize, and block it.
You do understand that we can't actually have a plot under those guidelines, right?
Oh, you'll have a plot. A good plot. Because if you don't I'll fail you and your entire troupe. I'm going to go leave the class unsupervised for 45 minutes while I eat donuts now, so get to work.
Neat.
So let me get this straight... you urinated in her gas tank?
Here, the Futile run in an endless circle after a flying banner while being chased by wasps. They are those that believed that by doing anything definite, they are missing out on something else.
Kind of like how you wouldn't let that whole police beating go?
I've got a word of power with your name on it. Just try me.
So you're saying that your family is, in effect, venting their frustrations by making you out to be a psychotic loner?
You're the shrink. You figure it out.
Well then, given your mother's conversation with me and your evidence thus far, I'm going to have to side with you. There's no reason to continue these discussions. You're free to go.
People ignore me all the time. I have five real friends, one of which who was committed to a mental hospital, and two of which who dropped out. Nobody will even make fun of me, much less be friendly.