Whatever...

You laugh out loud.

You like it so much that you keep on laughing.

In fact, you're there laughing the next day when the teacher comes to prepare her lesson in the early morning. By then, you're drooling and bleary like an insane person. And yet you laugh on.

You're still laughing when they drag you off to the city asylum, where you'll spend the rest of your days, you laugh-happy lunatic.



Whatever.