V2 10 - Part C:
After we gathered a bunch of weapons which that seems useful and fit them all inside four steel briefcases, Zack and I head back towards our base. By the way, we were able to avoid contact with students from other classes thanks to the radar app on the phone though we could hear people using atomic synthesis. I guess the other classes ended up fighting each other. Anyway, while we were heading our way back, I asked Zack what's up with class eight and he answered me vaguely. Not that his the mysterious type, he just sucks at explaining. He actually sucks more than me. This is partly of our conversation about class eight. "Dude! That class is like the worstest class ever!" (Zack) "Why is it the "worstest" class ever?" (Me) "The dudes their are bad dudes dude!" (Zack) "What do you m
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