The dupee crowd couldn't understand, they are forever duped. Lost in translations, lost in pride, lost forever. Evil takes it to the max while it can. No going back, no changing that mind, it will die along with that attached body, dust to dust. Maybe that soul will move on, unknowable, maybe that soul will burn.
Listen up, this is 3rd grade now, gotta step up our Cootie game, recess is coming fast this afternoon. No more 2nd grade giggling, no more outbursts of sissy woe, they're coming after you, they will not smile this year. We're off to a solid start, our greek has improved, but we still need to fill in some blanks. Look each other in the eyes, know that backs are got, know that it's impossible to defeat gotten backs. We are reflecting our sense of common dignity.
Best method of discarding this madness is ignoring techniques, determine it a figment of imagination, do not engage the enemy with any of the five main senses. Smell will be the hardest to ignore, but trust me, it's the only way. And for God's sake, do not chase them. Listen, you go into 4th Grade still messing around with 2nd and 3rd Grade silliness, you're middle school prospects are in the trash. Grow up, get ahead the curve, start acting like 4th Graders as soon as possible.