˗ˏˋ Warren Graham ˎˊ˗

actually went outside.

“ it's too late. i've got no choice. ” it's easy to pop the lid off the bin with one hand; leaving the gaping hole ready for what's about to become chad's favorite part of the day. the maneuver to flip warren upside down comes naturally after having done it so many ——

his feeble protests are music to his ears; only making his decision grow stronger. that'll show the little twerp his place. “ you brought this on yourself. remember? ” there's an accusatory, and sharp, jab at warren's chest as he grabs hold of him to lift him up.

it's a straight beeline to one of the larger trash cans nearer the cafeteria; a favored one of his thanks to the nasty mess of unfinished milk and leftover lunches. and wouldn't you believe his luck— just enough space for his favorite nerd to fit in with the filth.

“ you and me are gonna take a little trip. got it? ” there's a growl as his hands latches firmly on to the collar of warren's shirt and he begins to yank the nerd along with him.

don't worry, buddy. [ a sinister threat in an friendly word. ] i have the perfect way for you to make it up to me...

Hmph. Yeah... whatthefuckever. Toebean's got a tooth issue fixed last week, but he's doing well otherwise. Getting fatter now.

I didn't think anybody would steal my shit! Mph... yeah.

[ his eyes remain dark as he grins wider, that grip getting tighter. ] see, you say that, but i don't really feel like you mean it, warren. i'm not like the others, i work hard to make it memorable for you freaks and nerds.

I didn't have any backups, and those cats have died. This is why the cloud is better.

You want to fuck video game characters.

I lost one... straight out of my bag in the cafeteria. What kind of shitbag steals somebody's tablet? Ugh.

... Did you ever snatch up a tablet with 2GB worth of cat pics?

… Horndog. This conversation is, like, over.