The giddy kids were having a good day, they nibbled, they giggled, they snortlaughed. Spittle is all over their camera lenses, holy guacamole, Spicoli. Calm it down. Perhaps it's better to get it out now, avoid a 2nd Civil War. The duped, the manipulated, the knobs, the premature.
Tough to go out in a mocking heap of shame, but they deserve it. The low class society, beyond no class. This is not a monetary situation, it's more about decency. Revenge is the conscious of envy, envy is the subconscious of guilt. Odd, nervous laughter is the soundtrack.
Flex the union, it's more like rubber than plastic. Time for some off roading, it can handle the rocks and canyons and rivers and gullies. Those big shocks'll keep it going, bouncing and bumping. Buckle up, grab a helmet, it'll be a blast. It'll be a ride.
