Fine...
But what if: Gemm wakes up because his alarm goes off. He sluggishly rolls out of his bed onto the floor, goes to take a shower. He stays in the shower for 10 minuites, whilst singing a Grateful Dead tune, when his roomate walks into the connected dorm. He hears Gemm singing, and laughs histerically, then leaves.
Gemm gets out of the shower, realizing it's saturday, plops hiself back into bed from his exaustion. The shampoo is now on the floor. His roomate then walks in a second time, shakes Gemm histerically, then takes a shower himself, singing a rolling stones hit.
Gemm cannot get to sleep with his roomate singing, so rolls out of bed, and lands and/or steps on the shampoo. It gets all over the floor. After grabbing the broom which is in his all-too-empty closet and attempting to use it to clean up the mess, he realizes that a broom is not meant to be used this way.
"Stinking Lemons Of FRAN!!!" He exclaims, crying over his lost broom. After reminising about the good times he and his broom had together, he grabs the only clean shirt he has, a telletubies shirt some sick relative got him for christmas and/or any other holiday (religous or not) where gifts are given. His roomate walks out of the bathroom, laughs histerically, doubling over unto the floor, hitting the handle end of the broom which was precariously set over the shampoo bottle.
The brush end of the broom flings into the air, flinging shampoo into the air. This shampoo happens to hit Gemms eyes, and not thinking to buy the tear-free kind, becomes in a lot of pain.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Gemm yells. Then all is silent except the sound of Gemm yelling
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" again. He then picks up the broom and swings it wildley at where his roomate would be if he hadn't already left while Gemm screamed, which he did. Hitting the bed, and thinking that it was his roomate due to the blanket over the pole as to make a fleshy fell, Gemm yells," LIKE THAT!? @$$!" When he cannot hear breathing, Gemm realizes that in his rage he may have killed his roomate.
He then kneels on one knee and screams to the heavens a long and sad story of a boy named Pete. Stands up, feeling the shampoo bottle with his foot.
Gemms vision is still gone and his eyes sting, cutting off his rational thinking, and Gemm seems to think that the bottle is a peice of arm. He then quickly grabs every peice of material on the floor, each representing a body part, opens the nearest closet and throws it all in. Then he runs outside yelling for help, smacks into a wall, and falls on the floor uncontious.
Hours later he wakes up, goes inside his dorm, and sees his roomate!
"MIRACLE! IT'S A JOHOSEFRICKIN' MIRACLE!" running to his roomate and blubbering like a fool.
"Hey buudy." His roomate says like in a c=voice which sounds like Mr. T," I dunno why you threw all this crap in my closet, but I pity the fool who does it again, understand?" His roomate says, acting tough.
Gemm mutters, crys a little and calls the doctor for his eyes. His roomate continues to clean out the closet, gets bored of it, and throws it all into Gemms closet, missing the shampoo.
