There were these teenagers one day. The next day there was artwork. This was of those teenagers. Then there was an oldtime TV. It had a picture of these teenagers on it. There it was a big projector. It had the teenagers on it. Then there was the Imax. It had them on it. Then there was an old man. He was the oldest man that ever existed within that small acre. These teenagers walked by...and then about 6 of them started shooting bullets at him through a machine gun. The next thing that happened was amazing. He started dodging them all real quick-like. The teenagers ran as the man shook his fist at them...shook his fist. Now, every day a noon, he shakes his fist at them, then points his finger and says, "OOH DAAAAA-DAAAAA-KA!!!!"
The end.
Thank you for reading my totally pointless and probably confusing story.