One day while, cruisin' round, I bumped into this fat-ass kid.
He reacted, quite uptight, so I doofered him laxative.
?You're dead meat to be? he poetically said. So I crawled on my bike, hit my peddles and fled.
?You can run but you can't hide he said and I thought he had a point,
so I want right back and stood up to this moronic goon from hell.
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