ZYLITH.
When I sneaked out of the castle today, my mind’s eye had planned out a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it.
As I watched the big burly blockheads tussling with my God-f*******n handsome hunk of a teacher, I felt an impending headache coming right up the corner.
“Kill him, kill him! Kill them both!!” I turned my head to the side to look at the despicable fatso beside me who was shrieking at the top of his lungs, seeming more like an excited spectator in a baseball arena cheering for his favourite team rather than a g**g boss ordering his minions to thrash someone he wanted thrashed. And then I looked up into space while thinking with a sigh, ‘Scientists said that the universe is made up of protons, neutrons and electrons. But they forgot to mention morons.’
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