I drifted the moped on the freeway 100mph no sweat, got to the tippy top of Mount Mallbop where lighting started bustin and dark clouds surfaced the whole sky. Chad, standing there, beer in hand, thot in the other chastises me, "Well well well, looks like this old fart paul blart decided to show up" I snicker nefariously and reply, "This is the mountain where I turn chads... into fads" I chuck my caprisun to the floor and with swift and swooze precede to charge up my dab, lighting sparks spifflin out of my arms. Then, with the force of a thousand dabbois, unleash the most ferocious, lucious, obliterating dab that no dankboi has ever been able to muster. Chad is vaporized at the spot, as with his thot.
-Elenoar Roosevelt