Chapter 5. Medal Review

I called it that because that was what i was suposed t be doing at the time. I also cna't be bothered to colour code this one, so have fun. I'll give you a hint, it starts off as me...

I h8 this lesson. Crap. Only word 2 describe it. C. R. A. P. No other way. Or shit, but its not quite that bad. But it is bad. Life sucks. Not just my life, that’s not so terrible, but life in general. Sick crimes, evil people, the empty belief that God cares. What is God? An abandoned people with a fruitless belief in a non-existent deity. Deity. It’s a funny word. Hehehe. Not. Don’t care.

Oh come on, now you’re getting pathetic. Self h8 for no reason, depressive monologue. I could do so much better than you. Why do I even bother? CHEER UP OR ELSE! … That’s better. Continue.

This world is a shit hole.

What did I tell you?!?

Moon light on a broken mirror, the freshest dew of the day. Rabbits gentle bubbling in a pie, a hurricane crushing a bay.

This is my last warning, and then I’m off. Okay?

If pharaohs live in ivory castles, who cries in a cottage pie? Cheese.

That’s not even funny. WTF? I didn’t come here 2 allow you to type nonsense when you are supposed to be typing a Review in your ICT lesson. Twat.

A rose would smell as sweet by any other name.

I already did That guy. I’m quite proud of him, but he doesn’t get as much publicity as he used 2.

My old man’s a dustman he wears a dustman’s cap…

I h8 u.

Yeah, yeah, luv u 2.

I wish u wud die.

Lovely weather.

You will burn in the pits of hell for the rest of time. And then some.

Such a pleasant character. I’m so glad I made you up.

YOU? Made ME up? YOU? If it weren’t 4 me you would be sat in the retard section of a mental institute!

Now who’ depressive.

B f c d, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Relax, don’t do it.

Kill you, kill you kill you kill you. I don’t like you, can you tell??????????

You seem a bit tense. Perhaps some herbal tea?

I am an ethereal being devoted to the creation and correct distribution of inspiration. I can’t drink herbal fucking tea!

Calm down, calm down. Fine, I’ll get back 2 work. Goodbye readers.

Ok, so it's technically all me, but that is irrelevant. Shush.