It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. One day I was being caressed by two hot puertorican chicks when WAMBOBOB becomes jelous. He unsheathed his viscious writing utensil (specifically a marker) and stabbed me a thousand times over in my precious mole. I (Now with a bloody mole) realized that i must use my first aid skills. I boldy raised my muscle toned hand and waited for the innocent bystander (the teacher) to realize my time of need. He then pathetically bowed to me and asked how may he be of cervice to me. I then heroicly answered "to the bathroom i must journey for my mole is in great danger!". He, now crying over the pain of said mole, pointed to the door and off i was with my ninja-like reflexes. I crossed hordes of Pirates, but knew i was in good hands when the ROBOT NINJA MONKEY FROG GO TEAM showed up. We fought our way down the smoldering hallway to said bathroom where my worst fears were met. CREIG THE BANANA BUTT was profusly shoving bananas up his "behind" with great joy. I quickly retired ( my mole loosing blood fast) to the next bathroom. The only problem was that i had to go past...THE COSMOTOLOGY LAB!!! *animeish crowd gasps* As i approached said lab, i remembered my stealth videogame training...then i rememebered that i couldn't even complete the first mission in splinter cell...i knew i was doomed. I then remembered what Wambobob had told me before..."beware of the moon". I could never figure out what this had meant until now. I lept across the door reaching the bathroom, but "they" heard me. They rushed me with viscous pork skillets and waffle irons, but i quicky came to my senses and scared them away with my nakedness. I then washed my mole and returned to class to await more caressing... T3H 3ND