The Navy just sent me a pair of slippers and a tiny bottle of sunblock.
I think I'm going to sign on.
Not.
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And then I am inspired to write a short passage
Try to see if you can guess what happened:
It was an uncomfortable feeling; A sudden force of pressure building up from within. Patrick struggled. This was definitely not the place, nor the right time, he knew. The characteristic tingling sensation started, building quickly into an uncomfortable burning sensation. An agonizing pain brought forth by the rapidly gathering assemblage sent him into a state of escalating consternation. All around he looked, even pleaded.
Yet there seemed no hope for respite in sight.
Moments passed; dreadfully long moments as Patrick battled a losing battle from within to take control, to assume mastery over that which had threatened to defeat him.
Push came to shove and Patrick almost doubled over, stretched almost to the limit. Tears rolled down the sides of his face as he struggled against the effort. Patrick fought with all he could, till his muscles burned a pain like no other.
And then it happened.
In a valiant but utter vain attempt, Patrick half screamed, half cried a word of warning.
*BBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM*
Like a crash of thunder, it happened.
A sudden rush of freedom flushed all over Patrick. Yet as the little boy opened his eyes after precious seconds of uninterrupted relief, even pleasure, reality soon smashed in.
Looking around in fear, Patrick saw all eyes trained upon him in pure trepidation.
All that were left, at least.
For a sense of dread and ill omen swept over Patrick as he realised that half the class had been knocked unconscious.
Patrick Smash the "Thunderpants" had struck.
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And then a little quote that occurred through a conversation with a good friend. I like this:
Maybe she's right
Maybe I'm right
We'll never know
Until we decide
It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt.
And then there's punishment.
And then its back to square one once more.
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