Supercalafragawhatthefuck?

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Disclaimer: The story herein is fiction. Fiction is defined as being the following: A lie. A literary work whose content is produced by the imagination and is not necessarily based on fact. Please don't take these stories as truth. No harm or disrespect is intended by any of the fiction contained here.

Kirk bounced around on a sugar high. Lars threw an empty box at him, one of many littering the Kirk dodged and started singing, "If you sing it loud enough, you'll always sound precosious! I want a Scooter Pie!"

"Da fuck?"

"I want a fucking Scooter Pie!"

"Quit whining. Damn, you get too addicted to those things whenever we play Jersey!"

"C'mon... they're cheap! Tell me you stocked up, Pixie?"

Lars rolled his eyes and pulled another box of eight from his luggage.

"Supercalafragalisticexpealidocious!"

"Kirk, shut the fuck up and eat so I can shove something else in your mouth."