Sitting in English Class one day, with “54Xmax” on the left of you, and “Earring Girl” on the right, you work on your short story. You aren’t doing very well because you had lost your muse after an odd bout of poem-writing epiphanies, which, happily, produced many great, great, poems. You are feeling silly from boredom. How can you write about boredom???? But any way, the short story isn’t going very well. You have about four lines of it written out, but you aren’t really happy with it. “Earring Girl” makes a grunting noise and turned towards you, starting to mumble your story out loud. To which you begin laughing hysterically in boredom. But, being rather impressed with your typing skills, you pay little to no attention to her. A few seconds later she emits a couple of pig-like laughs.