Ducky's Pain & Laughter Value Pack

Lunch started as usual that day. We were sitting at the long table near the wall. Our abdominal muscles were sore from the previous day's PE workout (our teacher was a body builder, you know). Amber was saying something about if you beat your head on a wall 30 times, you'll die. I choked on my milk, and it went through my nose. Luckily, I caught most of it in the cup from which I was drinking. Sunny, Maggie, and Amber burst out laughing. I complain about getting milk on my sweater. They laugh even more. I get up to get some napkins. As I'm trying to get by this stack of tables, I hit my leg really hard on the edge. I twist my ankle on my way to get a napkin. I come back limping and hit my leg on the table again. Through uncontrolable laughter, Sunny and Maggie say,"Stop Ducky!! It hurts!!" You see, they were laughing so hard that any normal person would've hurt their abs. Add that to already-bruised abs and you see why they are telling me to stop. As if I could. I had every intention of missing that table, but things were so tight, it just happened. I bring so much joy to their lives, they couldn't live without me. The problem is, will I live if I bring joy to them?