No.114562
In the lunch line, Chris B stood with his small glasses and big belly, hungrily eyeing the Meatballs and Sloppy Spaghetti Sandwich With Nacho Cheese Fries. Kyle A was right behind, with a bigger belly. "Cutsies please, Chris B?" Kyle chanted, with an idiotic grin. On previous days, especially if it was something Boring like Chicken Spinach Salad , Chris had allowed Kyle to enact the Schoolyard Tradition of "Cutsies", ceding his place In line to the slower Kyle who was always having trouble collecting his school supplies and was never first in line. If it was just Chicken Spinach Salad, Chris didn't mind letting Kyle have the first Feast. Chicken Spinach Salad isn't even much of a Feast.
Today, as he glared through his small spectacles at the almost moronic Kyle, Chris had an almost demonic thought enter his mind . He smirked a bit as he adjusted his glasses and addressed the loud pig boy, "You can have my spot in line if you sell me your soul."
No.114569
>>114564Idk who this guy is but he's deep inside your head
No.114573
>>114569im deep inside your mothers arse