Y'alright Miss?
Barisherab Boi Boi wiped the wooden table in front of him, utilising Jos cots cherry flavoured coke spillages as a polish. It helped him drown out the constant, brutal debate that was partaking between two dapper individuals from the wil ly academy.
The dapper, well-spoken Ma'am advanced, "My good sir, I'll have you know that the answer to this question is 6.9!"
However, "Nay, 'tis 69!" the Gentle Gentleman retorted!
He did so in such a fashion that Jos Cot spilt several thousand more litres of cherry cock on the table, to which he quoth "An improvement to the flavour no?.." and so, the licking commenced as the earth darkened, and the sound of slurping encompassed the solar system.
"As dark as cherry cola; is it not, kind sir?" Barisherab Boi Boi found that it was so dark he had to wear sunglasses just to see, lest he was to blind himself!
Through seven days and nights, he searched through the darkness for the traces of the beacon of argument that emitted the sound of milk sound like a lighthouse for those souls lost in Jos cot's cherry cola darkness. In the darkness he milked, in the darkness, he peed...when suddenly...
'Ya alright Miss?"
Like silk in the wind, the curtains of inky black momentarily parted to reveal a sliver of light...Once again the words echoed:
"Y'alright Miss?... What's the point of R.E?"
Barisherab Boi Boi began to run towards the light, faster and faster! The closer he came to it, the louder the voice became, "I'm not a very religious person!"
Finally, he broke out of the darkness of cherry cola and stepped into the blindingly bright light of the fiery sun, vehemently uninhibited by the darkness of the void. He gazed up at the flaming orb of life for the clouds were incorporeal faced with the stunning egg.
bruh.
'Ya'riight Miss, what's the point of R.E? I'm not a very religious person!" a fat little bowling ball of a year 8 pierced the ears of all those present.
Only then did the teacher, ruler of the classroom, explode in mad rage and fury. "fuc right off u specky little twat" she dabbed, hit the whip, spun around and did a back flip, "suck your mum!.. S-u-c-k-y-o-u-r m-u-m!"
The fat little bowling ball was so terrified of the teacher that he peed his pants, not that he would let the onlookers of this vicious battle know that. Instead, he bobbed up and down and as the excess fat on his body flopped up and down, the words "Religion is a hoax!" encouraging a response from the fine gentleman from earlier.
"He does have a point."
"What?!" The notion that the fat kid had a point was simply absurd to Jos cot, and so, he released a torrential of pee upon the entire school solidifying the words said from here on out in history forever....
"Ghandi is a furry."