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Antonio didn't know the faculty curated the finest Electronic Dance Music. He can even hear it rinsing while laying upside down stoned in this vent.
It's so loud there must be a party or something with smoke machines.
The number is called fire alarm. Judging by all the people putting their hands in the air and yelling the name.
Weed makes everything so good. Though the tune gets repetitive and lacks a real beat.
Why can't they just play Jimi Hendrix?
They'll never find Antonio up here.
That's when Antonio can hear a knock on the door.
"Mate, do you have any idea how hard it was to smuggle that shit here?!" The Austrailian specimen yells with a negative energy that Antonio doesn't need right now.
Antonio ignored him so as to not let negative people drain his energy. Antonio is being the bigger person and not responding to trolls.
"You can't just steal my grass!" Graham moans and beats the door harder than he beats off his pillow.
Graham, do you know where you are?
"We've both been doing extra curricular activities Amigo. Tell me where you got it next time instead of being exclusionary." Antonio laughs hysterically.
Antonio gets down gracefully with a loud crash that reverberates in his brain. He landed on his ass. And he feels none of it lol!!! Strong shit, where did Graham Cracker get this dank ass cush?
"I've been training with Coach Brunt. I'm a better student than you. Don't test me." Graham says.
Antonio destroys Graham with facts and logic by politely disagreeing, represented symbolically by his locking the door on Graham.
He smiles at Graham through the glass window, to make him feel better and help Graham to calm down. They should be separated until they're both thinking straight and can have a civil conversation :)
Graham doesn't appreciate this gesture of friendship and rejects Antonio's attempts at reconciliation and flummoxes this fool by vandalising college property, smashing though the glass and letting himself in.
Wow, Graham is being very toxic right now.
Graham kicks the door open and murders Antonio with his medusa stare.
Fool.
Antonio keeps a convenient huge and cumbersome cast iron pan with him exactly for situations like this. He hits Graham over the head with the metal pan, metaphorically.
I t ' s s u p e r e f f e c t i v e !
"Why would you do that?! OW" Graham asks rhetorically.
Didn't protect the face.
You see steel is super effective against electric types like Grahan. Antonio learnt that in Tangled.
Are you following his thought process? Good. Maybe you could explain to Antonio later.
Antonio is about to live out his Disney princess fantasy of being in the lion king and roar like Katy Perry over Graham's body when he's surrounded by three more warriors that clearly want to challenge him for the title of The Weed King.
Antonio won't take this assault. With the poise of a graceful lilly in the wind and the hardness of a cedar block he asserts domimance over them.
"Fucking parry me putas." Antonio declares with Shakesperian phrasing, Poetically.
Wait what's that handsome tall man with great eye-liner doing here with the cat?
Now Antonio is excited.
"Amigo I think this shit is laced." He snickers like a chihuahua choking on spit.
The man looks Antonio up and down and starts saying "Something...something....something...
-Then the Fabulous French man says something that could strike fear into the strongest men. "Intervention."
Then Antonio gets dragged into the abyss by Le Chevre to the place nightmares are born and move out of as soon as they can afford it.