Eh, I'd skip it. They won't know I'm gone.
Teachers like, they'd probably let me on their computer or something.
I would most likely doodle on paper...even though I don't go to school...why am I even answering this question?
I won't sit down, listen and get it over with.
I would leave loads of voicemails on their answering machine, just for the fun of it!
I'd probably just ask for it flat out. If they don't have the money then I'd try again another day.
Let them keep it, they'd probably beat me up and give me a wedgie if I asked for it back.
I'd push them up against the wall and threaten them. If they didn't have it I'd give 'em a wedgie and make them pay it back with intrest...and meat.
A memory stick capable of holding upto 400,000,000,000,000KB worth of stuff.
Build? As in work? If someone could do it for me then we'd talk.
Probably something useful for our webshow.
Ooh, amicrowave made out of springs...NO! A ten foot soccer ball made out of glass. Or maybe a huge canoe made out of straws and pipe cleaners!
I took the rap for something I didn't do.
Eh, I'm used to it.
Detention? Me? Yeah right, I couldn't get a detention even if I tried!
I will not answer that since I'm not in high school anymore... DUH!
In an apartment with a relative.
In this crazy, bizaro apartment filled with wonderous this made by moi!
Urgh, I live with a freakishly over-protevtive mom.
I live at my best friends house most of the time.
Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew...warts...
I'd pour a tub of chilli over him.
Probably cower behind a tougher friend. Wart people are creepy.
Totally crazy...with a theme!
I'd do a computer themed party with loads of L.E.D lights and music and no bullies!
No dorks aloud.
Just you're average party. Proably iCarly themed.
Eh, my mom would probably forget me and leave me behind.
NOOOOO, NOOO I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE!
At first I'd try to stop it, if that doesn't work I'd lay on the guilt trip and if that doesn't work I guess I'd go quietly.
Well, if it's for the best for my sister then I'd go without a fuss, but if not then I'd handcuff myself to Bottle Bot and refuse to move.
Smack their heads together and then lock them in a cupboard until they make up.
Yank on their ponytails.
Spray them with my trusty spritzer!
I would be sad.