"Yo." I waved my hand in front of the girl's

"Yo." I waved my hand in front of the girl's face. No response. Great. Here I was, stranded in the middle of nowhere, with only a pencil in my pocket and a comatose girl.

I stuck my pencil up the poor comatose girl's nose & waggled it around. Nothing. Sucking on the end of my pencil, I was deep in thought about how we ended up out here in BFE. After

tasting something salty and slightly mustardy I thought, "Maybe I should stop doing that." The girl in the coma twitched. Was she alive? She opened her eyes and shouted, "Wooly

Booly! Wooly Booly!" which proved that putting headphones on a person in a coma and playing that song on repeat would wake them because it was so catchy. The song could also cure

pretty much a clean slate. That was something you could live with so you took their bait & turned over all the earworms that you had. 1 hour later the earworms were back & well fed

and ready for their French lesson. "Je suis un ver de terre," they repeated, but their accents were so bad that the teacher tossed them out the window and into a flock of pigeons.

"You must work on your accents!" the teacher yelled after the panicking students, quickly being carried away by the International Pigeon Police. "Right Ho! Into confinement with

Agatha!"

I struggled with the context. Perhaps the outburst was meant to be continued, like “Marco!…Polo!” So I shouted: “Trunchbull!” “No, dumbass,” came the disembodied reply. “Christie!"