The shit walked into his school. The school was called the shit. He saw his best friend the shit a few feet in front of him.
"Hey!" The shit called. "How's it going you little shit."
"Don't tease me about my size," the shit complained. "Or I'll start calling you the big shit."
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Meanwhile in a alternate universe.
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The writer stopped typing and examined her work. She was proud of the piece of shit she had just completed. She showed her friend. Her friend laughed. The writer looked once again at her master piece.
"What a piece of shit."
