You and your cronies give him a final kick or two then slink out of the bathroom, leaving him crushed and sobbing still. You go out first to make sure the coast is clear. Then grin and put a "Do not enter, Out of Order" sign on the bathroom door. You chortle with michevious glee as you go to lunch, waiting for your freinds to meet you there.
Lunch is delicious, though your scedual isn't you've got some classes to take AGAIN this year, maybe you shoulda studied harder, but then again, this is the time in your life for fun. You and your chums agree. After about half an hour.
"Hey, Where is Lars?" You ask curiously
"don' know"
"Didn't see him"
"Maybe he had a class or meeting?"
You yawn "Lazy bastard, Gang meetings come first" you grin "Going to do what we did to the freak if I don't get a good reason why he isn't in our victory celebration."
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