"Only women take pictures of themselves to school." I said this condescendingly, knowing full well that I could crush anyone who would dare to stand before me. Chris Brown* was the first to fall, now Sean would meet a death at my divine hands.











*According to Dan Fetherston, Brown wrecked him and almost broke his arm. According to Mike Riegler, he almost pushed Chouinard down a flight of stairs.

Sean strolled in wearing his brand spankin new Black trench coat that he oddly got at some point. A pepsi in one hand and a 5 foot metal pole in the other (it's 5 feet, he measured before hand). He chugged the 2 liter bottle of pepsi down and threw the bottle away. "now I'm awake" he stated and looked at Steve who stood before him with an urge to fight him.

Sean scoffed at the puny man in fron of him: having fought others before "who are you suppose to be, Rin Tin Tin with arthritus".

I threw my punch, making it in slow motion as to intimidate him with my strength. And to copy my all time idol, Keanu Reeves. I couldn't tell if the look o his face was ridicule, ecstacy, pain, fear, or constipation. I decided it was fear. I'm good at reading people.

"you stupid peice of Sh*t" Sean mocked the slow punch and countered by grabbing the arm and twisting it and banging ol steve in the head, besides, that punch wouldn't have done anything. "now hurry up and lose so I can pee on you...pansey"

I drew my sword*, and went in for the attack, soon I would taste my opponent's pepsi...


*Crappy ornamental thing that can't have more than a foot blade

Sean stuck out his metal pole stright in front of him and banged Steve right in the freakin face. "wow, better put another layer on those glasses" Sean taunted and jigged all around in front of steve.