STUCK!

"DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!
DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!
DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!
DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!
DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!
DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!
I'M STUCK IN THIS STUPID ROOM! TIL THURSDAY!
I knew I shouldn't have ordered super stregth lagar!
Now what am I going to do..........I know! My guitar! I can have a huge
practise til Thursday!"
Mike picked up his guitar and strumed the keys. A smile grew on his face
instantly. Mike loved playing his guitar. It was the thing he loved most, it
made him feel good.
Playing the guitar was one thing, but the guitar itself was another thing.
Anyone who knew Mike well knows that if they touch it, he'll be using that
person as a pluck for his strings.
After practising for a while he was really starting to enjoy himself he was
playing heavy metal really really loud. Almost at an instant Uncle Stewie
came in. "STOP THAT RAQUET AT ONCE!!!"
"Alright! Alright! I'm sorry!"
"Give me that!"
Then Stewie snatched the guitar, walked out and slamed the door.
Mike fumed.
"Alright, that's it! Stewie Spewie has crossed the line!"
Mike hatched a plan for escaping the room......................
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