That song. She had heard it on the radio

the end, finally, having gotten more jewel sand from the monks at Wisdom's Goldenrod. He kept whistling that angry tune

as he mixed up al the substances he had fought hard to obtain. It was now time to let loose the ultimate

Jaberwocky! The mythical creature would certainly make a wonderful pet. It could sleep on the fire escape and eat the

little rugrats below. I hate those kids always playing ball at 7 am on a saturday. Maybe it would be better if

they got jobs. Little punks, i would give them half my salary if they would help me do half of my

homework. Or even just the algebra. Who do I have to shoot to get that four eyed slob of an algebra teacher off my back?

Apparently, I had to shoot the teacher. Not exactly bright, am I. She wasn't exactly hard to miss either, so I readied myself. Was I ready to take a life? Yup. I took the bus

over to the local hardware store to purchase a handgun, put it in my waitstband and headed over to the school. Nobody ever warned me not to keep it loaded. "Shit!" I screamed as

as the wind picked up and blew off my Elvis wig. I took out my gun and shot in the air, cursing the gods for the loss of my one last feeling of dignity.