As I squatted in the room, I thought about what had happened and LAMENTED (YES! MY ENGLISH COURSE GRADE 2 ALREADY) the fact that Jubs had escaped. As I squatted, something black, soft and inconspicuous dropped out from the strategically placed hole at my rear end. I wanted to clean it up but then said: Na... More art materials for the boy.

Having done a good deed, I was in quite a good mood. This was also helped by the fact that I peed IN the urinal today. I wonder what happened after that cleaner barged into the toilet, and saw that the whole place was flooded with my yellow liquid-ic substance. The last thing I saw was him clutching at his heart, and then falling to the floor, SEEMINGLY dead. I decided not to disturb him. Old people need their sleep.

The boy had used finished the art paste. I gave him somemore. Then I walked out of the room and ran straight into a naked hairy man. The sight of his forest-like hair intrigued me. And it frightened me too. However, I knew that it takes more muscles to frown, then to point the finger. So, I did the less tiring task. He soon caught fire. I jotted down in my journal: Hair is a really good way for fire to spread. I noticed that the hairy man was screaming. I smiled and let him be. These young kids sure knew how to have fun. And what weird ways of expressing their joy too: By Screaming!


Suddenly I broke into song. It lasted for quite a while before the police came. How was I supposed to know that my singing caused people's circular organs near the groin to shrivel. Ah well... I jumped out of the window, plunging into my almost certain death.