When I was a wee lad, there existed a boy. He was a special boy, a very special boy indeed. More special he was, than all the other special boys combined. His name, my friends, was Junior. Junior was so very, very special, that his servants kept him drugged up and tied down in a wheel chair. Day after day, they kept him restricted, bound to infernal wheelchair. They brought him to school and he was even more useless. They pushed him down the hallway, his arm hanging out, grinding against the wall. Sometimes, the pain of the Aids scraping his hand down the wall would actually reach his brain, causing him to let out a ghastly groan that could be heard ringing through the hallways and into the minds of students all over the school. The Aids simply sedated him to an even hire state. At recess, Junior would sit there and twitch. At lunch, they servants would cram food down his throat. Once he actually died in school, but the paramedics came and revived him. He died again about 2 minutes later. Still they persisted on reviving him. It happened twice more but still they would not let Junior die. They forced him to live and lead a life of complete and utter misery. Poor, poor Junior, his story is that of a sad one, but there is a happy ending. One special night, Junior the special kid, strapped down in his special bed, had a special seizure. He didn�t make the usual loud noises as to wake the rest of the household, in fact, I think God was looking out for him that night. I think God had heard Juniors pleas to God to help him end his life of misery. That night, God disabled his special vocal cords so that no one would hear him. He died, and to his happiness, he wasn�t revived by the infernal paramedics. Finally Junior could rest in peace, and the awful nightmare that had been his life had passed...
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Written by the very obnoxious Adam.