On the 140. The guy who just got on is carrying a shirt that I'm pretty positive is covered in blood. And right behind him is his shirtless friend who looks like he's about to pass out. Oh, just saw the back of his head. I now understand all the blood. And of course they come and sit next to me. One keeps saying "no hard feelings" and then they'll do the shake-fist-bump-snap thing that guys do.
On the 8. A fat kid is poking a scrawny kid with his crutch. Both his legs look fine so I'm not really sure why he has it. The scrawny kid is calling the fat kid a cheeseburger.
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