On Monday I turned my frenemies into gerbils. Wanna hear how I did it?
The night before was just as normal as always, except I dreamed I was a Jewish Mexican living in Ontario, Italy, just south of the United States. I saw a gothic-architecture-style church building with a tower without a flag behind it. I knew there was a wooden church building to my left because I had dreamed that place before. I feel this is significant to the story, but I don't know how.
When I woke up, things seemed off, and I eventually realized I was back in second grade. When I realized it was second grade, I thought, "This is somewhat annoying. Why couldn't it havec been my senior year of high school, where I peaked?" Deciding to make the best of the situation, I decided to think of a way to win. After listing all my options, I settled on turning the poop machine into a gerbil machine and putting my frenemies in it, then waited until recess to put my plan into action.
Turning the poop machine into a gerbil machine was simple enough, but I ran into a problem when I realized I didn't have a plan for actually getting my frenemies into it. Without giving it much thought, I figured I could get support from some of the girls, but when I asked them, they weren't actually very interested. Then I had an idea. I ran to the bank and withdrew a bunch of the money that I had from 2019 (even though it was 2002, because that is how time travel works.). Then they were willing to help.
So in conclusion, this has nothing to do with dubnium. Y'all've been clickbaited! Go snorf a blorgh.