All right, junkies, Here's My Confession. When I was in Middle School, there was This boy, who was a quadriplegic? And he scooted about the hallways in 1 of those electric, wheelchairs that you've controlled with your mouth. And that little stick Well, on the back of his wheelchair was a kill switch that cut the power to the chair. So 1 morning me and a friend told him that a teacher needs to see him in the gymnasium. So he rolled his way down there, went through the doors we went and behind him. Hit the kill switch. Turned off the lights and left him. He could have been in there for 5 minutes. Could have been in there for 2 hours, they'll never know. Wiggle wiggle, pop, pop, pop.