Chocolate Boy, whose name was Darnell Franklin Smith Allen III, was on the verge of finding a reason to read a book by his sister named Miranda Arnold who was actually the main composer in the tv show Friends. Chocolate Boy needed friends, but friends would do nothing except steal his precious doo doo brown sweet food that you probably saw at a nearby gas station that had nothing to do with the rise in poverty in Sri Lanki, which was weird since you were certain that nobody was gonna love you the way Yandere Simulator does.
"Nobody understands me!" screamed Chocolate Boy as he looked for his answers under his fingernails, hoping that a ray of light would fart on him and cure his addiction to the best food in the world apart from Red Lobster, but it wasn't like he could afford to go there often because this wasn't someplace sexy where ti would be offered frequently like downtown Munich. It wasn't fair that he was oppressed by his obsession with something so dumb. His mom should've used the condom, but it was too late to bitch about anything now, really.
Where was the hope that he needed? Who new?