It's like Carson came into our lives with only one word in his vocabulary: "alligator." Everything was "alligator." You’d ask him what he thought of the game, and he’d look you dead in the eye and say, “Alligator.” Offer him a snack? “Alligator.” The rookie was dead serious too, like “alligator” was all he’d ever need. And then, Hadassah stepped in.
One day, she mutters "fuck" under her breath, not thinking much of it. She’s thirteen, so it’s a mix of rebellion and just pure Hadassah attitude. And guess who picks it up instantly? Carson. Now, this autistic mf has two words. He looks around the locker room and lets out, “Alligator... fuck… alligator… fuck…” like he's onto some kind of masterpiece. He even says it with this intense, focused look on his face, like he’s just cracked the code to life.
Isiah’s trying to keep a straight face, but I can see him fighting back laughter every time Carson drops his new favorite combo. Meanwhile, Hadassah’s got this grin plastered on her face, proud as ever, like she’s unlocked a whole new side of the guy.
And then, there’s Patrick. Patrick’s looking at Hadassah like she’s some kind of trouble magnet—can’t say he’s wrong. Travis, of course, throws in his classic, “LMFAO, bro, what are you teaching him, lol?” And then he just keeps laughing, completely adding to the chaos. Carson’s parroting him now, saying, “Alligator… fuck… LMFAO…” like he’s mastered the art of locker room vocabulary.
At this point, even I’m worried. Not that Carson’s got a new word, but that he’s somehow made "alligator fuck" his battle cry.
