UR NAME IS KORO

It just so happens that you brought your Grimoire and Voodoo doll to school today. Unfortunate for him. You grab out the book of spells and start to recite a call to the corners, pleading the elements of each compass point to come to your aid. Suddenly the sky darkens. And you know the time is nigh. You then grab the gum from your hair and smoosh it into the voodoo doll to tie his essence to it... grabbing one of the many safety pins decorating your pants you bend it to make it easier to stab with and get out your lighter and heat the of the metal until it is red HOT and then plung it DEEP into the right eye of the doll. All of a sudden there is a bloodcurdling shriek from somewhere across the school. You repeat the process this time stabbing the red hot pin into the left eye of the doll. There is another bloodcurdling shriek. It doesn't take long to find him... he's making so much noise it's basically a honing beacon. By the time you get there a small crowd has gathered around him. And two exasperated teachers are leading him off while he screams in pain, clutching at his eyes. He definitely never made fun of you again, his eyes both died and shrivelled up. The doctors were perplexed. However you forgot about something important; the rule of three... it's the first rule of magic... whatever you put out will come back threefold... Karma always finds it's way back. You never even saw that car coming... it didn't kill you exactly... but you spent so many years a coma that eventually the decision was made to just turn all the machines off... and you were declared... BRAINDEAD