haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
huff.......huff......hufff
Imagine your in a peaceful library
Book in hand your mind is in its quaint little world
A large man with gray sweatpants appears
He plops down in a chair across from you and pulls out a magizine
Your blissful paradise dissapates
You attept to ignore his prominant presence
(failing)
Turning the page you pause and hear..
HAH HUFFF HAH HAH HAH HUFAH
Damn you!
How is it possible for some people to make silent things blatant?
So you try to tune it out
Impossible!
Flip page
HUFF HUFF HUFF
The irratation builds
cough! cough.....hah hah HUFF HUFF HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUF
You can't be serious
hah?
Fatness seems to be mocking you now
He starts to move about great bounds of movement
Now what is he doing?
From his pocket he pulls out a mint
He crinkles the cellophane
This slight noise sets you off the deep end
But you contain you anger
After a millenium passes he rips the half melted mint from the wrapper and plops it in his mouth
You here the wet noise of the mint sloshing in his mouth in a sort of rythmic pattern
"I HAVE HAD IT!!!"
You slap the magazine out of mr.sweatpants sweaty palms, and storm out of the library.
