I mean, at least that’s still just small fish in a big pond... Give me a break—you’re really gonna try and sell me that fairy tale about the little cricket chirping on a pine tree while a black heart beats? Ugh, please. I’m dead. My buddy R is a total disaster, but honestly, he wasn't even the worst one in our class—there was this one kid who literally couldn't pronounce an "L." So when we were all sitting in music class singing "la, la, la," for him, it sounded more like "va, va, va." Just absolute trash.