> Xavier: Stop being a waste of space and GET UP!
I lay on floor, in pain.
Naw, your good, you choose not to get up, you want to bleat like a goat ironically, but you decided against it.
> ==>
A page slowly falls on my face.
What's this?
> ==>
Astronomy for Fucking Retards Page 716
"OK, you fucking waste of air, there's something you need learn about space, that is, if your able to form a thought in that shrunken peanut, you call a brain. Asteroids, i.e. that red thing that's falling REALLY fast toward the Earth, are fucking dangerous. If you ever see on, STOP BEING AN IDIOT AND RUN! Also-" Bluh, bluh, BLUH!
> Okay
I crush the page in my hands, angrily.> ==>
You've read this page several times and every-fucking-time you do, you get pissed off! It's like motherfucking magic!
> Throw the paper ball at your knife, dammit!
I do so, the knife gets dislodged and falls inches from my crotch.
> Stop fucking around and strife already!
I bear the pain of the fall and the shock of losing my canines, grab my knife and head out the door.
FUCK YEAH! The fires of determination burn hot in your soul! Your FATHER won't stand a chance , he'll pretty much beg you to take the disk!
> Notice that your father has been watching you for the past couple of minutes
You greet your father, he greets back. You ask about Sburb disk, he ask about a quick spar. You ask again more assertively, he asks again too, equally assertively.
There's only one thing to do at a time like this,
[HEADING=2]STRIFE![/HEADING]
Hell y-AW FUCK!