Ok, this is just something completely random I wrote because... Well bacause I have no life, I have time, and I thought of it.

I own nothing but the... well, you'll see.

Diana walked to Caine's room, trying to see if he was there. It was already past noon, and no one had seen him. When she stopped outside the door she heard muttering and a noise like papers falling, followed by a loud stream of profanities.

"Caine?" she called through the door, tapping on it. "Come on, you already have detention from three teachers from skipping class!"

Caine didn't say anything, but Diana could hear a series of loud banging coming from inside his room.

"Go"-bang- "away" -bang- "I'm" -bang- "busy!"

BANG!

"Okaaaay…" muttered Diana, slinking away.

The next day…

Quinn was sent to look for Sam at school. He'd asked to use the bathroom and hadn't come back. Three hours ago. Quinn was seriously wondering if his friend had died when he got closer to the bathroom and heard a series of loud, obnoxious banging. As he walked closer, curiously, he noticed a group of little kids scurry away from the sound with frightened looks. A loud howl erupted from one of the stalls as Quinn walked in.

"Dude, Sam, are you okay in here, brah?" he asked hesitantly. The banging stopped and Sam's head popped up over the edge of the stall. His face was flushed and he was sweating.

"Oh, hi Quinn," he huffed. "What's up?"

"Um, the teacher sent me to look for you. You've been in here for hours."

"Oh," he said blankly. "…Have I?"

"Yeah… Are you okay? You almost scared the pee out of a bunch of little kids with… whatever you're doing in here."

"Oh," muttered Sam, blushing.

"So…"

"Oh, you want me to explain?" he asked, suddenly getting it. Quinn nodded slowly, not entirely sire if he wanted an explanation or not.

"Hold on a second," said Sam brightly as he let himself drop down off of the door of the stall. After a second he opened it, holding a bunch of fliers and a large, rusty hole punch.

"Well you see," he started, "Caine asked me to hole punch these fliers about him being supreme overlord for him. He said he wanted me to because he couldn't handle the hole punch and he thought if anyone could it would be his big strong older brother." Then he grumbled, "He didn't tell me the hole punch didn't work."

Quinn stared at his friend blankly for a second.

"And the banging…?" he asked.

"Well," sighed Sam, "if you want to get this stupid thing to do anything you wave to hit it really hard with the heel of your hand. And then the paper comes out before it gets it's holes."

Suddenly Sam burst into tears.

"I can't do it, Quinn!" he sobbed. "I'm just as weak as Caine!"

Quinn started crying as well; he felt so bad for his friend.

"Come here, brah!" he sniffed, pulling him into a hug. Sam kissed him and the hole punch and fliers fell to the floor, forgotten. Quinn pulled back, not surprised by the kiss at all, because he and Sam were deeply in love.

"I wont tell anyone about your damn hole punch!" he declared.

"Thank you so much!" Sam wailed. "I love you man!"

Somewhere far away, the author reads over her work and cackles evilly.

I know, right? pointless. I was trying to use a hole punch just like that and thought of this... I need a life.

Please review anyway!