Ms. Sneedly gasped as she looked over Tommy'

Ms. Sneedly gasped as she looked over Tommy' s shoulder. It took a moment for her to speak. "What did you draw there, Tommy?" she asked unsteadily, trying to smile. Tommy stared up

at Ms. Sneedly with empty eyes. "My granny," he said flatly. Ms. Sneedly cleared her throat & made a mental note to call Tommy's parents in for a conference. Tommy's artwork was

interesting, to say the least, but far from appropriate with the morbid image it portrayed. Nonetheless, Ms. Sneedly forced herself and to smile and said, "Alright, class is

annihilated." Ms. Sneedly flicked the switch and machine guns popped up out of the class room fish tanks and started shooting up the class. But these were no ordinary students,

they were in fact extraordinary. In much the same way as an FBI spook stands out as being *too* normal in a crowd, these students were too calm. Under the hail of gunfire they calm

slowly sniffling into the ground praying that its all over now, they can get up go home watch tv, eat ice cream and get on with life. Then all of a sudden

they were interrupted by the Ghurvtin Invasion. Why did this always happen to them? Ice cream splattered against the wall, TVs emitting white noise,

squeeze lemons. And when we squeeze lemons, we make lemonade. And then we stand on the street corner and sell the lemonade to old people, like grandma. We take the old broad's

potato farm and burn it to dust. This is what you get for trying to by 50 cents of lemonade at half price. Starve, grandmother. Starve.