*COUGH*
*COUGH*
*COUGH*
Alarms buzz all around. Doctors burst into the room, but I'm already out of the window and down the street. As I run from the hospital, I see a kid spray painting a building. I approach the kid,
"Yo, give me that paint," I proclaim
"You must be slow," answers the kid
"Why would I give you my paint, you loon,"
"Look, I need your paint, I'll give it back, just give me fucking paint!" I demand,
The kid, believing that I'm batshit crazy, handed me the paint. I took to the building, *There is a 100% chance of A notebook and pen falling in front of me on–
"What's today's date?" I rush,
"What?" the kid replies,
"What is today's date you little shit" I exclaim,
"January 1st 2013" the kid answered,
I continue painting, *1st of January 2013*. As I finished the last letter a notebook and pen hit me in the head.
"Here take your paint back," I give the kid his paint,
"You've gained some confidence," the kid proclaims as they disappear in a flash of light,
"Fuck You Gabrielle, Why couldn't you make this easy?" I scream to no use,
Well it's my birthday, 33 years old, guess I'll treat myself, *There is a 100% chance that a beautiful 3-piece suit will appear in my arms on 1st of January 2013*, I take the suit and put it on.
*Spiderman 3 Dance Scene*