I wrote this on a whim...

*puts on vinyl old-person record of music*
[Theatre announcer]: Today, we will be listening to a song, "Why I hate school and, most of all, English class" performed by our very own- Chris...
*curtains rise*
Ummm... hi?
*Twinkle little stars tune plays*
*Belting at top of lungs*
Tooooooodaaaaaaay, I froze the achurn...
toooooonight, I fry myself- to get out of control with my patience (oy!)...
toooday, I want to doooooooooo- at last, yet I'm the bastard who quit the...
*rotten tomato splats on the stage, getting icky stuff on his shoe*
Alright, y'know what, YOU PEOPLE SUCK!
*more tomatoes*
Turn on the bloody lights, this is WAR!
*lights on, Chris whips out a potato cannon and a laundry basket full of tomatoes*
AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!! *POOM!* For the mother counrtyyyyyy!!!!!!! *Fooof!* Get some, get some! *Thumph!* Hahahahaha... take it, ya bloody yellow bastards!!!
*several hours later*
Come on, I know some of you are still here... SHOW YOURSELVES!!!! I'll KICK YOUR ASSES!
*curtain drops*