Chapter 28

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D: and that's why we need a duck if we're going to pull this off

W: ....

W: sometimes I wonder if oxygen goes to your brain

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R: just sneak up on him. It's simple.

W: HOW? How do I sneak up on him? He's a ninja!

R: He won't expect it.

W: but....

W: Doesn't expecting the unexpected make the unexpected the expected?

R: Shut up. Do you want my help to get back at Dick for taping you to a wall for three hours or what?

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W: so I heard you and Roy had a fight.

W: I would like to assume that you probably did something.

D: leave me alone.

W: fine.

*Wally Switches Over To Roy*

W: so you and Dick had a fight. 

W: And he's pretty upset, because I know for a fact that he would get back at you in some way but he's not telling me even though he normally always does so he can relish in the fact that he had overpowered you once again. but not this time?

R: I expected the same, but all he did was splutter a bit, and then he left. So I went to bed and when I woke up, he had come into my apartment and opened all my banannas, so now they're brown and mushy.

W: thats really...passive agressive?

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D: I may be right-handed but I am fully ambidextrous in the art of destruction

W: *you: claps hands* *Antartica explodes*

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W: DUDE

W: WHAT'S THE OPPOSITE OF J?

D: go to sleep

W: BUT WHAT IF ITS ON MY MIDTERM??

W: I CAN'T FAIL. THIS IS MY FUTURE

D: calm down. get a blanket and wrap it around you

W: done

D: go to your bed

W: okay

D: now snuggle

*Seven Hours Later*

W: that actually helped a lot. Thank you

D: no problem 

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D: how would I know if an earthquake is happening?

W: a ceiling fan would probably fall on you

D: yeah. that would probably make me think "..oh, an earthquake"

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D: Wally

D: (We normally don't use our roomba, but Alfred's in London again, and while Bruce can't clean to save his life, and though I am pretty decent at it, I can't do an entire mansion.) 

D: Anyways, the roomba beat me to a pice of popcorn that I dropped on the floor. This is the war between humans and robots. This is it Wally.

W: *grabs water ballons* I'm ready

D: hold up. the war with robots is starting, and your weapon of choice is watre ballons.

W: yeah. Why? What do you want me to do?

W: ...Should I-should I freeze them...

D: HECK YEAH. Let's chuck balloons of ice spheres at robots!!

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W: So my ELA teacher is basically done with us, because it appears to become a habit of a few kids to say 'literally' after almost every sentence. So she wanted us to do a project on the severe meaning of 'literally' to show absolute seriousness.

W: so other kids wrote a paper or speech, and a couple even grouped up to make a skit.

W: I, on the other hand, purposely came late to class, slammed the door open, my phone playing my playlist. The teacher stared at me, as was the girl who was in the middle of her speech and the rest of the class.

W: So I say, "LITERALLY THIS IS MY JAM". (because of my playlist playing in the background in case you dont realise it) And I walk in, slam my back pack on the teachers deck, and pull out a jar of jam. And then I yelled. "THIS IS LITERALLY MY JAM. DON'T YOU DARE TRY TOUCHING MY JAM." The class and teacher watched in silence for like five minutes while I got out a thing of bread from my bookbag and a knife. 

W: I made myself a jam sandwhich

W: I also got an 'A' if you wanted to know.

D: HAHAHA I can't breathe

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W: stop bothering me

D: not until you tell me what you and roy were planning, I wont stop texting you

W: i'll put on 'don't disturb' and ignore it

D: then I'll call you and you will have to answer me

W: no I just won't answer the phone call, Dick I think you've forgotten how threats work

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TO MY READERS WITH MEDTERMS ON THE WAY:

I SUPPORT YOU AND WISH YOU GOOD LUCK!

(A few of these ideas were inspired from random things on the internet)

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