One problemo. A band of evil and cunning ass holes held this table captave, their leader being an exceptionally big dick head.
Now we shall begin the story of the leader of our revolt to save the Lunch Table. He was a fearless leader, a powerful and tough farmer by the name of Cole Krickenbarger. Cole longed to be the owner of the Lunch Table but didn't have the balls to do it until a fateful day in late September.
WARNING: THE THINGS I AM ABOUT TO TYPE MAY BE GRAPHIC IN ANYWAY THINKABLE. ALSO THE BATTLE IS A BIT SCETCHY. THIS IS ALL TOLD IN THE WORDS OF THE SURVIVORS OF THE GREAT BATTLE...
Cole looked over to the table with a gleam in his eyes. The "fatties" at the lunch table had just pissed him off so he was going to piss them off! He wanted to kill Jay Rojo if that was the last thing he ever did.
The next day Cole went over to the lunch table and when the fatties got there they tired to force Cole from the table by dumping water all over Cole's food (the menu for that day was baked potatoe with cheese and corn and pudding.) Michael Dillon just sat and watched, trying to keep from laughing. Cole just gathered his things and left, leaving the lunch tray at the fattie table. The fatties brought Cole's tray over and took the baked potatoe. The master fattie said , "Here, you left your potatoe." and slammed it down onto Cole's Science book. Cole decided to throw his tray in the fattie's face! Corn, milk, and every thing else went flying!
The fattie was pissed and threw a milk carton, aiming at Cole'd head. Cole ducked and the carton when flying across the room into the lunch line.
Cole smiled evily. "Bring it on Fattie! Ya fat shit!"
The fattie narrowed his eyes.
Cole yelled to Michael, "Get a red banner! Fattie's charging!"
The fattie grabbed Cole around the waist and the fattie's glasses fell off. Cole threw him off his back and the fattie fell on his own glasses, breaking them.
"Ha ha fattie! You broke your own damn glasses!"
And that pretty much ends our recolition of Cole's great battle for the lunch table. The other members of the lunch table were dumping water in the enemie's food and starting a food fight. The floor was covered! But, we won, and the Lunch Table has since then been in our grasp.
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