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Um, the title actually doesn't have anything to do with the entry. sweatdrop (Or does it? ninja )
I'll actually put something in here in a bit, but I gotta head out for now. Rob... AWAAAYYYYYY!!!!

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Rob... RETUUUUURRNNNNNN!!! Alright boys 'n' girls, let's get this show on the road! Now, to be honest, I only made this entree to get something new in my journal. xp


Since you're all already here, I might as well entertain you, yeah? Of course.
And boy oh boy, what I have for you all today is... wink
*reaches into magic hat and pulls out ...nothing*
... eek
A cute... sweatdrop
*tries again*
... gonk
Little... sweatdrop sweatdrop
*and again*
... crying
Um... sweatdrop sweatdrop sweatdrop
*finds hat to be as empty as he had feared*
... burning_eyes Heh heh, he's "toast." Get it!? xD ... D-do you get it? ... Don't hurt me!! D:

I have a... nice... &,& ... &.& ... idea STORY!! Yes, that's it!
I'll regale you all with a cute, little story of... of... mmmm-ME!! Of course!!
An exciting tale from my youth, is it? Of course it is.

Hmm... Well alright then, due to the massive difference in my personality from when I'm online and in real life, I'll tell this story as if it were of someone else.
But rest assured, the character that goes by the name of "Rob" is very much in fact, yours truly. 3nodding


There comes a time in everyone's life when the pushing and shoving of one's daily tribulations comes to a head, and a chance for sweet, juicy justice shines through past the silver lining of those dark, oppressing clouds of oppression. And no justice was more savory, golden-brown and delicious than it was for one young adult in his early high school years: A young man by the name of "Rob." As introverted as could be found, sitting alone, looking out windows, and saying no more than was necessary was standard operating procedure for this machine of the education system.

However, as we close in to our story's timeframe, we find him sitting not alone or at a window, but with... others. eek And my oh my, these... others eek sure are chatty. What could possibly have driven our anti-social hero to situate himself with these exemplary examples of America's modern youth? Ah, here it is: Rob's own flesh and blood sister, Eileen. A mere two years older, but much more the socialite.

It seems to be that this loose menagerie of cohorts and comrades has been linked to dear, quiet Rob via his sibling, and, surprisingly, all is well. ... Or would be. If not for some peoples' inability to leave those at peace alone. Bring your attention, dear reader, to the mandatory example of what is wrong with the males of today's society: Cody.

Cody likes to assert his "manliness" and try to cur the favor of the group's females by picking on Rob. Never being one to get in fights, our hero takes the abuse with a grain of salt. He had studied people like Cody and had realized long ago that taking action would only result in an increase in his assailant's furor.

So why did he continue to sit with the group? Well, first of all, everyone else in the clique seemed decent at the least. (He only mingled with a choice few.) Rob had even managed to befriend one or two of the... others. eek

But mainly, he couldn't just let Cody get away with all he had done. No, certainly not. But Rob was a thinker, not a fighter. He would have to wait. Wait until his chance came to him, and then, he'd strike a swift blow to Cody's ego and take him down. And oh what a sweet day that would be.

And so, as the semester passed, Cody continued to "be a man" all over Rob's person. The entire time, Rob studied the pecularities of his nemesis while convincing him that he was too shy and coy to be of any threat. Just as he would need him to believe... But, as the end of the semester approached, it was announced that Cody would be transferring to a different school at the end of the semester. The possibility of revenge seemed to be slipping out of Rob's hands. Until one day...

Like so many of the other school patrons, Cody enjoyed the cafeteria's popcorn chicken to the utmost. And in his last week of school, he would receive a great bounty: The largest piece of popcorn chicken ever seen by any of the school's students. Only with great gusto would one even be able to fit the entire thing into one's mouth at once. Seemingly a fitting tribute to his manliness, Cody decided he would leave the declicious chicken morsel for last. The cluster had surrounded Cody the moment he sat down with his trophy and all marveled at the size and were jealous. Bribes of money and less-than-appropriate actions were offered, but Cody refused them all. It was his chicken and he would enjoy it as he believed a man of his supposed standing should: Surrounded by envious onlookers.
But it was not to be...

As Cody had taken his customary seat, Rob, like the... others eek had moved in for a closer look. The poultry piece truly was a most glorious culinary trophy. Too glorious, he thought, for someone like Cody. Cody didn't deserve it. He had done nothing to earn it. He was a jerk. Surely someone would realize this and remove this unjustly awarded prize from its current owner, wouldn't they? And yet, regardless of the sinking nature of the offers thrown at Cody, none would take the simplest route for the reappropriation of the meaty morsel to a more deserving host. ...or perhaps one would...

As Cody finished the last of his fries and moved on to the two or three average pieces of popcorn chicken that had landed on his tray, the previous uproar of salacious offerings came to a lull as the time of consumption came near. A mere popcorn chicken away from cafeteria glory, there was a sudden outburst:

"Oh no!! The chicken's attacking me!!!"

A flash of a hand and Cody's tray was empty, but the chicken was not in his possession. Instead, it was to be found, whole mind you, in a mouth directly in front of Cody. Rob had stolen the chicken.

After a moment of disbelief, the entire bevy of... others eek burst into choking laughter, save Cody. Absolute astonishment washed over his face, eventually giving way to a great and mighty rage. Cody sought to lay into Rob and make him pay for his theft, but Rob didn't notice a thing. He had spent the entire semester building up a resistance of sorts to Cody's aggression in his legs, which he now used to cover himself as he waited for the enzymes in his saliva to break down enough of the chicken's crispy edges so that he could chew and not stab the roof of his mouth.

Slowly, the laughter subsided, and many pats on the back and proclamations of awesomeness were lavished upon the least talkative of the crew, while Cody was left to his grumblings and the mockeries that awaited him over losing the best thing he ever got from school to the person he had picked on the most.

THE
FREAKIN'
END!!! D:<