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[wrenchedingly]

[In his own world, Graham's messy peekabangs hairstyle was highly inappropriate, but here he slides right in with the emokids. And boy does he love having people to rant to about the devastating sadness in his heart!]

[But as usual depression does not last for this guy]

[As he’s heading down the hall something starts to happen within him. A sudden

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[blackedingly]

[And here is your friendly {ha-ha} Janitor in Black, chiming in on this.He likes the cut of your jib, kid.]

People call me villain, oh it's such a shame,
Maybe its my clothes must be to blame,
I don't even care if I look a mess,
Don't want to be a sucker like all the rest,

oooh, Smash it up,
Smash it up, Smash it up,
oooh, Smash it up,
Smash it up, Smash it up

[wrenchedingly]

[Graham is eagerly slamming a chair into the wall, over and over, as he chants]

Smash it up
Smash it up
Smash it up
Smash it up, Smash it up
Smashitsmashitsmashitsmashit-- [by this time the lyrics are long forgotten]

[When he stops there’s a hole in the wall and the only thing left in his hand is a crooked piece of metal]

Phew, I'm spent! With this I might just be able to sit through class and not speak without permission more than a few dozen times! Sit quietly and pay attention they say, sit quietly! But do tell me how I can achieve anything great in life if all I do is observe!

[blackedingly]

That's the spirit, kiddo! And if they give ya what-for? You give it right back!