THE PLAYERS:
Glenn
Dave
 

I had no idea where I was when suddenly it occured to me.
"Home," I whispered to myself. i felt the need to murder and
suicide. I started to shout "Trust in my self-
righteous suicide." This all started with the globalized economic
plan, which made me (fill in the blank)cidal. Probably
suicidal. I had no choice. I took a bottle, broke it, and
toasted cheers while my wrists were bleeding,
but it was green, because I had no hemoglobin.
Hemoglobin is very important for living, especially if you like
living, which I don't. Another thing I hate is the world.
That is, until Dr. Evil took it over. But you
call for a Fuller and they gave you this "Brian" character
because someone violated Dave's copyright. This person
must be executed immediately. Yes! I'll do it -- death by
Mrs. James' style of erratic execution.
By hanging then by their pinky toes and alnnally rap-
ing them (a service provided by the ever-kind Sir Peter
of Fuckolot), the criminals are showed the full extent
of their (whoops, I almost put the wrong "there") herecy.
For they go against the preachings of the Notebook of Ziza.
I, however, follow the Notebook religiously. It's the only
"good book," if you know what I mean. And you don't. Anyway,
Sir Peter of Fuckolot appointed Mister DeGennaro
Lord of the manner of "Let's get shit on by the math department"
groups. DeGennaro took the honor amicably, for it
was the first time since coming to Bunnell that he was
given a spanish room instead of a math room,
being the new teacher cen be tough, they get shafted
up and down by the old teachers, chief
among them Mr. -- uh... I mean Sir Banks, of
Fuckolot. And leader of the Society
of Honoring Nationalism, for he's a king among kings.